My Mommy Dearest Moment

I haven’t updated my blog in about six months but I figured that this one was worthy on a new post. I deal with hair issues quite often as the mother of two girls. Catherine has always given me a hard time about brushing her hair. She will scream bloody murder while I brush it. Forget braids…she won’t let me near her. I have warned her many times that if she will not let me brush it I will cut it all off.


Well, I didn’t go THAT far but I did get out the scissors! I was getting a shower ready for her (she also hates to wash up…but that’s another story!) and I went to take out her ponytail. She freaked out and said “I WILL DO IT MYSELF!!” So instead of me taking it out quickly she made long drawn out process by pulling at it and dragging it all the way down to the bottom of her hair. Looked way more painful than my way but fine! Then we get to the washing the hair part of the shower. This does not go well and she is screaming at me again. Now we are just about finished and I begin to squeeze out the excess water (gently because I have learned my lesson) and she again yells “YOU ARE HURTING ME!! STOP IT!!” and starts batting my hands away.

Well, that was enough to send me over the edge. Six years (okay, probably more like 5 since she was bald for the first year) of screaming and crying over hair was all I could take. I sat her down on the toilet and said “stay there – we are cutting your hair!” Something took over me….out came the scissors….brushing it to make sure it was even I cut off a good three inches of hair. Bill came into the bathroom and mouthed “what are you doing??!!”

It turns out that I’m pretty good at cutting hair. Who knew? Maybe I’ll have a mid-life career change. Bill commented that it looked really cute when I was done. Catherine got over it later that night and the next day told me that she liked it even better now.

I’m pretty sure every mom has some kind similar story. We’ve all gone over the edge at one point or another. We are lucky to have another day to start all over again.

Before (Friday night)

After (Sunday)

Happy Birthday to ME!

Well, I am another year older today. Sometimes I would like to go back to my childhood for a day. Birthdays were pretty great then....all those presents, parties, etc. This is how I celebrated my Birthday this year.

1) when the kids woke up I asked them "Who's Birthday is it today?!". Catherine said (without looking away from Dragon Tails) "yours". That was it. Yup, thanks kids!

2)Went to the RMV to renew my license. I was asked to look into the viewer for the eye exam. As soon as I looked in I panicked. I couldn't read the lines! I had to close one eye to pass the exam. I'm going blind....wonderful.

3) Catherine screamed at the top of her lungs at me "YOU'RE MEAN!! I HATE YOU!"

4) Shortly after that Maddie clawed at my face like an insane cat. Right before her bedtime she bit my arm.

5) I drank my miseries away in a bottle of Chardonnay and fell asleep at 9pm.

Sunny days....

Catherine entered a contest to win 4 tickets to the Elmo show. She did not win and I felt bad so I decided that we would take the kids to the show anyway. $56 on tix...$10 on parking...$10 on hot dogs & fries before the show...$5 for cotton candy. So, who cares, right? It's all about the kids having a good time. We lasted a total of 30 minutes at the show. Here are a few quotes from our family that night. I won't name names - what kind of mother do you think I am?

"ELMO!!!! I'm HEREEEEEEEE!"

"can I have cotton candy? pullleeeeezzzeee?"

"Who are the pink and purple ones?"

"NO! I don't want to dance. I hate Elmo!"

"I have to go potty"

"This show is BORING!"

"sit on your bum!!"

"NOOOOO!"

(at this point we are walking to the car)

"If we had just stayed in the boring show I wouldn't be so cold!"

"let's put them to bed. I need a drink"

And there you have it.

S.O.S.

Wow, it’s been a long time since my last post. Things have really been crazy in the Gath house. I have to admit – I think I could be losing my mind. I will let you decide though. Here is what has happened over the past couple of weeks:

Monday, Oct 26^th:

I packed lunches in the morning. Later that day I went to open my lunch and found a Capri Sun in my bag. Catherine drank from the bubbler that day. Ewww

Wednesday, Oct 28^th:

I forgot to order breakfast for one of my classes at work. I have had this job for three years and have never once forgotten to do that. I decided that I would order a coffee cake from our vendor and keep it in the freezer as a backup.

Thursday, Oct 29^th

I forgot Catherine’s show & tell. She cried when she found out. Nice mommy.

Tuesday, Nov 3^rd:

Guess what the students had for breakfast? That’s right, coffee cake. Thawed out in the microwave.

Wednesday, Nov 4^th

I picked Catherine up at the school bus stop and took her with me to do some errands. We arrived at the library so I could return a book. I got out of the car and realized that I did not bring the book with me.

Then we headed to the bank to make a deposit. I pulled up at the window and wondered why the shade was down. Hmmmm…. I drove around to the front and it was dark inside. The bank closes early on Wednesday. Big dummy.

Thursday, Nov 5^th

I was getting everything ready for the next morning and washed my tights and hung them to dry.

Friday, Nov 6^th

Went to get tights and noticed that they were still a bit wet so I threw them in the dyer for a few minutes. I went upstairs to put them on and realized that they were CATHERINE’S tights.

Well, what do you think? Am I crazy? Do I need a vacation? I don’t know the answer but I am VERY glad that I started this blog because I just realized that I have not ordered breakfast for the students for tomorrow. For real. Help me.

Back to Business!

Note: I will not continue with Baby Bootcamp postings. She still doesn't sleep. It didn't work. Let's move on, shall we?

Well, the summer is over. My work schedule has changed again and I'm back to 5 days a week. No more "Girl Day". Catherine started Kindergarten and she is doing really well. Maddie is now attending day care two days a week. Bill is working on a 10 week contract job. We have become a very busy household! Once again, I am struggling with getting everything done. Outfits, lunches, baths, dinners, homework (yes, Kindergartners have homework), P.T.O meetings!! All of this with 2+ hour commutes to work a day. The first week was a nightmare. I was not used to getting clothes and lunches ready for Catherine every night. I was also not used to what the highway is like once school starts again. During the first week I was getting home around 6pm and we had nothing planned for dinner. We ate a lot of takeout that week.

I swore that I would be better prepared the second week . I had planned a menu for the week (even a crockpot meal for Thursday - which is a particularly busy day). I scrubbed the house over the weekend and washed every piece of laundry in the house (and put it all away). Let the week begin! The meals were perfect. I prepped some of them in the evening after I made lunches for the next day. The outfits were ironed and laid out. I attended a P.T.O meeting AND a kindergarten orientation in the same week. I had done it. I was supermom, y'all! I decided that Bill & I would celebrate how successful the week went with a soak in the hot tub on Friday. I went outside to turn it on and What.The.Hell! There was a horrible smell in the yard. That is when it occurred to me that I forgot to the clean up after the dog for an entire week!! We had been too busy to be in the yard at night so it completely slipped my mind. I had 421 poop piles to clean up that night. So much for supermom. I'll try again for week three.

Baby Boot Camp - Day 1

It’s been years since I have had a good nights sleep and I need to fix this. For a long time it was Catherine that was waking up at night. “Can I go potty?” “I had a bad dream” “I need some water” and my all time favorite “my hair is hot”. The list goes on and on. I think we’ve turned the corner with Catherine and most nights she sleeps great. Maddie is another story. Of course as an infant we didn’t mind getting up. She was actually a pretty good sleeper when she was about 6 months old. She would sleep through the night occasionally – which was just enough for me to recharge.

But now she is 21 months old and this has to end. On Saturday night Bill & I were watching TV and I looked at the clock – 10:15pm. I flew up off of the couch “I have to go to bed!! She will be up any time now!!” She is still waking up every night and sometimes more than once. I have read several books on the subject and searched the internet endlessly for the answer. I haven’t found one yet. Separation anxiety? Nope, that’s not it. Cry it out? Tried it – she has got nothing better to do than cry all night. She knows she will take a nap later (meanwhile I am at work and can’t keep my eyes open). I have changed her bedding and night light. Her mattress pad is much more comfortable than the old one I sleep on.

She used to wake up and want something to drink so I’d give her water or milk and she’d fall right back to sleep. That doesn’t seem to be doing the trick anymore. When I go to get her out of her crib in the morning she is passed out in between several empty bottles. She looks like a drunken baby.

So I have enrolled Maddie into my Baby Boot Camp. I got four hours of sleep last night (not consecutively). How is my recruit doing? Ugh. Stay tuned…..

Oh that's right, I have a dog!

Bill and I watched “Marley & Me” last weekend. I have no idea why I wanted to watch it. I had started the book about a year ago and then stopped about half way through. I knew where this was going and I wanted no part of it. But for some reason I decided we would watch the movie. When the movie ended and I was bawling like a baby I looked over at Abby, my goofy yellow lab. The poor thing has really been put on the back burner for about five years. Abby enjoyed many great times before we had kids. We would take her into the woods and let her run free. She would jump into the dirtiest swamps and be so happy for the rest of the day. We both worked during the day so I took her to…and I can’t believe it now….doggy day care. I remember one day I went to drop Abby off at day care and the woman at the front desk said “It’s Fido’s birthday party today. Do you have a gift to drop off?”. I looked on the table behind her and saw that there were about 10 gifts WRAPPED already waiting for the big party. I felt a little pressured and said “no, but can I buy that chew toy on the wall and have it wrapped for him?” Oh yes, I did.

Abby adjusted really well to having a baby in the house. She immediately loved Catherine (even on the days we weren’t so sure about it) and enjoyed being fed from her plate. She has never been aggressive towards the kids (I have told them a million times that if I was a dog I would have bitten them by now with all the stuff they put her through). She is always a loving companion.

The point of this is that sometimes in the shuffle of having kids we forget about our little animal friends. Animals are a lot like kids but in some ways they are even better. An animal can always tell when you’ve had a hard day and will just lay quietly with you to snuggle. Try telling your kid you’ve had a hard day. Go ahead, try it. You will get no sympathy – just a request for a refill on the juice. I’m sure the memory of the movie will wear off but for now I am thinking about going home to play catch with Abby.