The G Krew with their pet elephant

The G Krew with their pet elephant

Thursday, August 25, 2011

Gangsta Mutha





They call me the 'Gangsta Mutha'....Stone Cold....The Drive-by Carpool Mom.....


But seriously, you might think the picture is a portrayal of Zoey when I drop her off for Kindergarten. No, it's me dealing with her continued anxiety over school.


We're 9 days into the school year & I'm starting to think about driving through the Kinder drop off line & pushing the kiddo out. Would I seriously? NO! Though (as a dear friend & I agree) you're not a realistic mom if you haven't had crazy thoughts like that. And I really don't feel so special that I'm the first mom that's had the idea.


After gangsta mom (aka frustration) goes away I feel terrible for my little girl. I've explained to her that I have job & she does too - Kindergarten. I've told her about the Truancy Police....yeah, didn't work. I have pointed out ALL the other kids NOT crying on their way to school. I remind her of all the fun things at school she tells me about & we celebrate what she does in class. But after all this - what's going to work?


Secretly inside I'm hoping writing this sends out the happy Kindergartner karma & solves the issue. I just know after writing about the trials & tribulations she'll "show me" by jumping right in & loving school. She was the last kid I thought would be so emotional about this new adventure - boy did I learn (note to self!).


Do you have a kiddo that went to school kicking & screaming & you feared they would be "that kid" in class??

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Do The Math +/-



Here's the face of my little girl on the 1st day of Kindergarten...it resembles me thinking about the future sometimes.....


Ok, I really don't think I look so constipated or ready to cry - the crying look only shows when I think about being in my mid-50's when my girls graduate High School. But seriously, starting the whole 'school thing' got me thinking. I've been obsessed with the idea of hitting my 50's while my girls are in HS. Won't I have enough lines on my face - the lines that tell the stories of your life (I really don't want to tell many stories!).


These thoughts started coming on when my youngest turned 3 - a couple weeks ago. Now, showing up at Kindergarten & seeing all the 20 & 30-something mom's: tan, young, NOT needing Botox, fit & perky (boobs that is). It shatters my mom-hood visions. It's for real - I'm an old mom!


'They' say you're only as old as you think - problem is, I'm thinking. If I need a glass of wine at night NOW with toddlers....what the hell am I going to need by the time HS hits??? OMG, it just hit me - THIS is why my own mother drinks GIN ON THE ROCKS! Perhaps the doctor prescribed it -yeah, that's what they do. It's the ol' secret your mom just didn't tell you. THAT is what I'm going to tell myself.


Cheers to you - what's your vice?

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I am a wife, a mom, a daughter & friend trying to journey the best path in life. My goals are: Great wife, Fabulous mom, and Good community member. I am overly critical and hard on myself. I am fearful (like everyone else) & do my best to show strength. I am striving to be stronger, kinder & more understanding in my day-to-day life. I love my husband completely & love being on "our team" together. Another goal...get closer to God (or whatever you want to call him/her). I want stronger faith in my life & I have people who are inspiring me in that area.