Manic Monday

July 17, 2012

Do you remember that song from the 80’s? Manic Monday?  It goes something like this: It’s just another manic Monday… oooh ahhh… I wish it were Sunday… doo dah…’cause that’s my fun day…. Oooh ahhh… my I don’t have to run day…

Not that my Sunday was an “I don’t have to run day”, Jellybean’s dad took his Viper and went off to the track for a weekend of fun and excitement with the boys, while the girls stayed home for a Mommy-Daughter weekend, but compared to my Monday it was definitely a fun day!

My Monday morning:

Text from nanny – the battery is dead on the car she uses to transport JB from point A to point B.

Check weather – it is going to be a scorcher with temps in the upper 90’s, think to self, “thank goodness the car seat is back in my car and we will not have to manhandle that thing this morning”.

Text from hubby – he has the car seat that belongs in my car in his car (read: must move car seats)

Text from my AA – she is sick and not coming in today. (When did people start texting in sick? There is no creativity to that, mastering the art of calling in sick is a rite of passage we all must go through!)

Check watch, it is 7:15am.  Time to get out of bed!

Hop into the shower, singing “Today is my favorite day” a great little jingle to get your head in the right place. Have you heard it? It goes like this:

“Today is my favorite day, God made it in a special way, I like tomorrow and yesterday, but today is my favorite day”. Jellybean likes to then run through all the days of the week, ending with the current day and yell “YAY!” and repeat “Today is my favorite day, God made it in a special way, I love tomorrow and yesterday, but today is my favorite day.” It is a perfect little song to put a smile on your face and also adjust your attitude when it is not exactly one of gratitude. And believe me, yesterday morning I needed to work on my attitude of gratitude!

As I hop out of the shower I hear a loud, urgent “MOMMY! MOMMY! MOMMY!” I grab my towel and wrap it around me as I am running across the landing with visions of Jellybean wounded in her room and just at that moment…

The nanny opens the front door for our little friend and her father. Yep. Me half-wrapped in my towel. If he looked up and saw me I am super, duper grateful that he looked back down and did not acknowledge me up there!

Upon reaching my darling child I am relieved she is not lying pinned under her dresser or in some other deadly situation but has made quite a mess of herself and her panties. It seems when she and Daddy went to bed the night before he assumed she was in a Pull-up since she was already in a nightgown. It was not a pretty sight! With the sound of “Manic Monday”, which is starting to reverberate in my brain, drowning out “Today is my favorite day” I get Jellybean out of the messy panties and nightgown and into clean clothes so she can head down for breakfast with Nanny and friend. Thank God for Nanny!

Humming “Today is my favorite day”, I head back to my room, into a bathrobe, and get dressed for work. I put on a sharp pair of black slacks, black silk shell, and seersucker blazer (I am interviewing a potential recruit this afternoon), and finally head downstairs to start the day. It is 8:10am.

At 8:15am the battle of the car seats is in full force! One of the great things about car seats is the fact their straps do not move when pulled. One of the drawbacks is that they do not move when pulled! I look up at JB’s friend and ask if they have crazy mornings at her house too… her reply: “Nope”. What I would not give to be a perfect mother! Just as Manic Monday starts to come back in my brain it is time for everyone to sing, “today is my favorite day, God made it in a special way. I like tomorrow and yesterday but today is my favorite day!”

Everyone is in my car now and off to camp they go!

Off to the nanny car I go to see what is up. Dead, totally dead. Color me nuts but it seems mighty odd that the day after the car comes back from Pohanka’s body shop it breaks. Oh well, thankfully we have more cars in our driveway than we have chairs at the kitchen table.

I head over to my little Mazda car to head to work only to find the windows were left down the previous night when my husband moved it from the garage to the driveway. It rained during the night. Maybe I’ll drive the Viper? Nah. Run inside, grab a towel to dry off the interior and sit on for the drive to work. The time is 8:35am.

I kid you not, that was my Monday morning. Oh, and a little cherry for the top. Remember those sharp black pants I mentioned earlier? I had a devil of a time getting all of the towel fuzz off of them! Thankfully though, I keep a lint roller in my desk at the office!

Today is my favorite day.  God made it in a special way.  I like tomorrow and yesterday but today’s my favorite day.  This is especially true since I am writing this on yesterday’s tomorrow!


A Note from Dad

March 27, 2012

Here I sit at the office working like crazy, getting ready for an event tonight, andmissing Jellybean something fierce when I get a ping in my inbox with a message from Jellybean’s dad.  Imagine my surprise and delight to see this darling photo with a note:

Jellybean just returned from the park bearing gifts.  She proudly handed me a small stock of two unopened and black flower buds saying she picked them for me.  She held back a larger stock of white buds and open flowers declaring “These are for mommy!”  I told her how thoughtful she was and we put in water.  That little black twig thing on the lower left is all mine, hehe.  I love it!

Talk about a way to totally make my day!  I tell you what, working from home sure has its perks!

Life is good!


My Sweet Valentine

February 2, 2012

My Valentine Girl

Have you visited Shutterfly?  I have to tell you, I am rather impressed with their site.  Check out this darling Valentine I made last night… I mean, who wants a Christmas card when you can have a Valentine, right?

Preview of the Teen Years?

January 7, 2012

You will not believe what Jellybean did last night!  While sitting in the living room JB picked up the landline, dialed her father’s phone number, and proceeded to have an almost intelligent conversation.  While they were debating over whether a cow says “moo” or “mooooooo”, I was in complete and total shock! My 28-month old daughter was sitting propped on a pillow, chatting it up with her father.  I have a feeling she will be asking for her own phone very soon!  Could this already be a preview of her what is to come when she turns thirteen?

Thanksgiving family gathering; an enduring tradition

December 22, 2011

At my uncle's "weekend house" in Walterboro

Growing up as a child in the small town of Walterboro, South Carolina, the annual Thanksgiving family gathering at my grandparents’ house was more like a county fair in terms of attendees than what most people experience when they get together with their family. For most people, their ‘immediate family’ is considered to be those that grew up in their house – usually mom, dad, and siblings. My ‘immediate family’ consisted of my grandparents, their four boys (of which my father was one), their boys’ children, sometimes my grandfather’s brother and his three daughters along with their children, and any other in-laws that might tag along. We did not all live in the same house, but we did all lived nearby, which was not all that different in the end. Accordingly, our family holidays, especially Thanksgiving and Christmas, were always huge and lots of fun!

I remember that the food was always plentiful, my Uncle Walton was always late, the turkey was often cold, the biscuits like hockey pucks, the wives stressed out, the husbands telling war stories over drinks and, mostly, the grandchildren completely oblivious to everything but having fun, running, laughing, screaming and playing with each other. I idolized my oldest cousin… I thought she was the coolest. We used to cheer on the boys playing sports and dance to records until we collapsed. We kids organized little skits, played in the yard, and on one Thanksgiving my grandmother even had us line up and read versus related to the holiday. At the time I honestly did not appreciate the gift my grandparents were giving me – that of family and a place where I would always belong. Now, all these years later, I really get it.

So this year, for the first time with my own husband and child, we packed the family up in Northern Virginia and headed back down south to Walterboro for a Thanksgiving gathering in the tradition of my youth. My Uncle Walton, the reigning and capable patriarch of the clan, recognizing the chance to make something really magical happen this year got busy early on and worked a miracle – we had 100% attendance of all living descendents from my grandparents and all of their families. Yup, it was all the same linage, only the generation had changed. It was wonderful on so many levels. I was truly in heaven, we even had a photographer on hand to photograph the event and it took as long as I remembered and the children were as impatient with the process as I remembered being myself. But what was the most meaningful to me, as I watched on with moist eyes, was my two-year old daughter, completely oblivious to everything, having fun, running, laughing, screaming and playing with the children of my former playmates in the same setting.  Never have I seen a better rendition of Ring Around the Rosie and I must say, I love family tradition like I have never loved it before .

Mozart? Handel? Billy Joel?

October 30, 2011

Do you think we might have a little musician in our midst!  She started off banging the keys around and now it sounds like she is actually making music! The Doggy Song  is her first named piece and while we may be a bit biased, we think it is an excellent first work!

She loves the piano so much, she has even started giving lessons when she can find a willing bench mate. 🙂 

Learning to Walk

May 26, 2010

On of the joys of parenthood is the endless supply of stuff you can buy your child. Not wanting to fall down on the job, we set out for Buy Buy Baby this weekend and bought our little Jellybean a “Baby Jogger”. What is a Baby Jogger you ask? You know those things you see people using to help them move around when they cannot put all of their weight on their feet? This is a plastic version of the medical device, about 1/3 the height, and adored with lights and music.

We were not sure if it would be a success or not butas you can see she is ready to move! Our video of day two with the Baby Jogger shows just how quick she is to pick up on things. It looks to me like she is training for the Baby Jogger Olympics!

Heavens help us now! I thought my woman in motion crawling across the floor was a sight to behold but now she is trying to walk! The girl is going to be taking the Viper out before we know it!