What motherhood has taught me….

A mom shares lessons learned as she juggles her family and career….



What if I am Pregnant – at 41?

So a few months back I had a heart to heart with my OB-GYN regarding the birth control pill I had been on for the last 3 years.  In a nutshell I told her how much I hated it.  I hated the horrific migraine headache I would get on Day 1 of my period that would last until about Day 3 – regardless of how I tried to manage it’s symptoms.  I hated the fact that my period was so super heavy on Day 1 into 2 that I couldn’t make it 2 hours without  a trip to the bathroom.  And I hated that my period lasted for about 6 days before coming to an end.  I requested to go back to the pill I had been on prior to getting pregnant with my daughter and she concurred that a such a change was certainly warranted based off of what I ‘d been enduring.  I was thrilled.  In addition to changing my pill, my doctor also altered how I was to take it – that is, she wanted me to skip 2 periods and only allow them to occur every third month (yup 4 times a year).  Even better I thought.  God the money I would save in tampons…. hooray!

I started my new pill without incident.  I skipped my first period without any unwanted side-effects.  Bonus I thought as I was anticipating some possible breakthrough bleeding or minor inconveniences – yet none occurred.  I started my second pill pack and was into week 2 of it when I made a unsettling discover one night.  Yes, that is when I realized I completely had missed a pill the night before.  Apparently I had taken Monday nights pill, totally forgotten Tuesday’s pill (that’s what happens when you lay down with your 4-year-old at bedtime rather than finishing out your night-time routine) and now on Wednesday night I was staring at both Tuesday’s and Wednesday’s pills in the packet.  A feeling a dread came over me as I did some quick “life instant replays” in my head and realized that should my little pill mishap have in any way opened the door of ovulation opportunity – I very well might be in trouble being that my husband and I had shared some very quality time together as of late.   I quickly downed the errant pill along with the one I was supposed to take and told myself I would allow myself to just get my period at the end of this 2nd pack.  No harm, no foul right?

As luck (said with sarcasm) would have it, during week three of my 2nd pack I got exposed to scabies at work (the joys of being a nurse) and as a precaution had to quell my body with a lovely chemical cream – solely as a preventative measure.  Even more reason to allow myself to get my period that following week.  The week of truth came and I waited and waited.  Finally late on Wednesday it showed up – barely.  On Thursday it came and it went and I spent Friday feeling as if at any moment it would come back.  It couldn’t actually be completely done I thought.  Yet, it did not return and I was left feeling oddly mixed in my emotional state.  A one day period – phenomenal! and yet very disconcerting in light of my little pill mishap.  Was this really my period?  It had to be – right?

So I began my next pill pack – the one I am on currently, and tried to put the gnawing thought that I might be pregnant out of my mind.  Until the other day.  In this last week I have felt unusually bloated.  I burp constantly, which as my best friend was quick to remind me (amidst her uncontrollable laughter) that I did that throughout my entire first pregnancy.  My boobs are kills me (sorry if its TMI) and occasionally I am getting this odd fluttering in my stomach.  I keep telling myself that all this is nothing, that its stress related, however; this little tiny voice in the back of my head keeps saying, “what if?”  And it’s that gnawing voice that got me thinking – good lord what if I am in that small percentage of women who managed to screw up her birth control pill and get pregnant?  What then?  I have three kids already – four if you count my husband.  I am almost 42.  I am finally at a place in my life where I am regaining some independence.  My youngest is in nursery school, she is finally wearing big girl underwear all the time.  She can do things for herself and while she still needs me she also is exploring her independence.  Professionally I like where my career is at.  If I am pregnant how do I start all over?  I gave away all of my baby stuff.  Our house only has four bedrooms and our cars seat 5, not six.  I am to tired to do 3 am feedings and diaper changes.  OMG the thought makes me want to cry and puke all at the same time.   Then the voice of reason says – there is no way you could be pregnant – right?

Guess it’s off to the store tomorrow to pick up a test…..


New Year, Same Old Challenges

I approached 2018 with cautious optimism.  In my head I had plotted out how I hoped this new year would unfold.  My marriage would somehow get easier.  My husband and I would start communicating better.  He might actually be interested in what I had to say.  He might work less, be around more, help me with the house and kids, and make a vested effort to bridge the gap with his step-sons.  As for my children, they’d be more patient with each other, yell less, bicker only on occasion, share better, offer to do some chores without being asked, and be more tolerant of each other.  And as for me, I would become a better mom.  I would be more patient, yell less, try not to curse as readily as I currently do, lose some weight, make time for myself, and start to put me first.   What I had hoped for was quite frankly – a miracle…. a big fat unattainable miracle.  Instead 2018 began just as 2017 ended.  When he is home (and not working) my husband is on the couch glued to the TV with his phone in hand.  There was no magical moment in which birds sang, the sun grew warm and a grand epiphany was realized – you know the one in which the man’s eyes are opened to all that his wife does and he feels blessed and lucky that this woman is his.  Yep none of that.  My kids have been struck down for the last month with a wicked case of entitlement which has been complicated by bouts of quite frankly – asshole-itis.  Yup I said just that.  Between the fighting, bickering, parenting one another, talking back, whining, and greed, I feel as if I am raising heathens instead of human beings.  Don’t get me wrong.  I love my kids very much and innately they are good, kind, and caring children.  Yet lately it is if they are possessed by a group of hostile hooligans which are running a muck.  No amount of discipline is able to reign in their crazy train.  So as you can imagine my patience has not only worn thin, it’s worn out.  Can you imagine – 15 days into the new year and I am using curse words like commas, yelling like a lunatic, and feeling more flustered than I have ever felt before.  And forget me time, and weight loss, and putting myself first.  That is just not happening.   So I am left asking myself….  How do I elicit change when I can’t even change myself?  After all, isn’t the quote something to the effect of “Be the change you want to see?”  Lord knows I have tried to change but inevitably I fall right back into my old patterns.  This begs the questions: “Is it even possible to change myself if everyone I am surrounded by is unable to change themselves?”  Am I destined for feel this way forever?  What is it that has to give in order for my family to take notice?



I think I suck at being a mom….

Being a mom is supposed to (or so I thought) bring about some great joy and fulfillment to the life of a woman who has embraced it’s blessings.  At least that was the illusion (or maybe delusion of grandeur) I was under when I became pregnant with my first child.  Fast forward two more kids later and the joy and fulfillment are more like experiencing perpetual anxiety and feeling defeated.  Sound terrible, maybe….. but as a mom whose burning the candle at all ends (yup, apparently I have more than two) I feel as if I only get a fraction of the joy and fulfillment that I thought being a mom would bring in comparison to the angst, frustration, aggravation, sleep deprivation, and overall sense of failure I feel shrouded in.  Motherhood is the hardest thing I have ever had to do and as my kids get older I feel as if I am sucking at it more and more.   Trying to be everything to my kids is impossible and does no one any good.  I end up cross and short-tempered and then my kids complain that all I do is yell.  *sigh* I am not sure what the solution is… or if there is one.  Selfishly I want some quality alone time so that I can re-energize my own sense of self, and in doing so be better for my kids.  That however is so hard to come by – I’d have a better chance of being struck by lightening.  Day in and day out though I wake up thinking that I am going to rock motherhood for that day and that that day will marks a new beginning, a turning point in my motherhood journey.  Yet the day generally ends as most days do, motherhood has instead rocked me and basically knocked me on my ass.  Motherhood 1 – Mom 0.

More to come….

My Mid-Life Crisis

I just read the most fantastic article titled The New Midlife Crisis – Why (and How) It’s Hitting Gen X Women by Ada Calhoun, and couldn’t help but think – “Holy shit I am not crazy but rather I am apparently having a midlife crisis.”  It was the most refreshing feeling I have had in a very very long time…  Here’s why….

I was raised to believe that with handwork and dedication I could do anything, achieve anything, and be anyone I set my mind on being.  I was raised with the understanding that being financially prudent would enable me to be financially sound.  You didn’t live beyond your means.  You didn’t buy something if you couldn’t pay for it.  It was nice to want things but better to be able to get what you needed.  And, I was raised wanting to have a family like the one I’d grown up in.  So I did what most of my generation did – I went to college, graduated, established my career and while doing so got married, bought a house, and started a family, eventually got divorced, then remarried, expanded my family and moved.  However, the continued effort to obtain this “grand dream” has been seriously understated for many reasons.   First there is the rising cost of living with little raise in pay.  Then there are the disagreements with my husband when our financial, career, and parenting goals don’t mesh.  Then there is the sense of entitlement and attitude radiating from my kids.  Lord knows I am trying to raise them right but some days I look at them and think – “shit my kids are turning into little assholes.”  Sound harsh – maybe – but societal and peer pressures along with technology have stolen my kids childhood and created a completely different futuristic ideal for them.  Most days I feel as if I am putting in all of this effort to achieve something that I don’t even know if I believe exists anymore.  Most days I feel as if I am a colossal failure as a wife and mother.  My husband thinks I am coming unhinged and my kids tell me all I do is yell.  Most days I feel as if I am losing my mind….

On the days when sanity hangs in the balance and I am one snotty look, snarky remark, grouchy retort, or generalized aggravating moment away from going postal, and I have to remind myself orange probably wouldn’t look that good on me I just pray for a few moments of peace and quiet –  or at least enough time for my Xanax to kick in.   Unfortunately these moments are near to impossible to come by.

As a working mom with three kids, a husband, and a household to manage – every waking moment these days is spoken for.  There is no down-time, no free time, and certainly no “me” time.  My calendar is a color-coded visual nightmare.  Between my work schedule, the kids school activities, sporting events, tutoring sessions, doctor’s appointments, and dentist and orthodontist appointments, I am going all day long every day.  Of course along with all the prior mentioned engagements there is also the grocery shopping, all other necessary household errands, homework time, making lunches, making dinner, doing laundry, cleaning the house, paying bills, dealing with customer service issues, and blah, blah blah blah blah…. If these keeps up I am going to be forced to pencil in when to shower and sleep…

I know I am not the only mom who feels tapped out, stressed out, overwhelmed, under-appreciated and under-fulfilled.  I can’t be the only mom who feels as if all she does is yell at her kids and fail to meet some ridiculously high imaginary parenting bar – set by society.  I know I am not the only mom who leans in close when her kids are misbehaving in public and hisses a subtle threat to knock off the bad behavior or else.  I am also not the only mom to threaten to clean up toys with a garbage bag, make kids eat what was made for dinner or go to bed hungry, and broken something of their kid’s just because they lost their shit at the one millionth time of pleading with their child to do what was asked of them.  I can’t be the only mom who looks at her husband and wants to scream – “Dude a little more help here would be freaking awesome!!!”  I also am not the only mom who looks at her sleeping husband while the kids are awake and running amuck and thinks how easily it would be to clobber him with a pillow at that very moment.  And I know I am not the only mom  who thinks, feels, and says all of this because one of my best friends (and mother of 4) shares almost identical parenting saga.  I have also found comfort in being in public and overhearing other moms recount similar parenting stories that leave me feeling as if maybe I am not doing so badly after all.

So why, despite knowing all of this does nothing change?  Why can’t I skew attitudes, alter perceptions, advance my career without sacrificing my family, get more help from my kids and my husband, and feel more fulfilled in my life?  It’s not like I have been asking for anything unrealistic, out of the ordinary, or off-the-wall.  I just want what I have always wanted….a happy family, well-adjusted kids, a good marriage, and a fulfilling career – while being respected, appreciated, and helped by the very people I care about on a daily basis.  Why, despite knowing that I am not alone in how I am feeling does that only offer me a fleeting moment of solace?  How is it that collectively we are all in some way struggling with similar issues but fighting this “battle” as individuals?  How is this all so elusive?  Of course if I knew the answer to this I wouldn’t be writing this blog….


When I am sick….Points to Ponder

As moms and wives we are the glue that holds it all together.  We are the cooks, the cleaner-uppers, the bill -payers, the chauffeurs, the enforcers, the organizers, the supporters, the cheerleaders, the nurses of boo-boos and illnesses, and we are anything else required of us for the simple sake of rearing our children and standing by our significant others.  However what happens when we get sick?  Apparently not much in my household….

What I have learned is that…..

  1.  I doesn’t get a sick day or even a sick moment for that matter…
  2.  I am still expected to perform all of my regularly scheduled duties otherwise the house falls into complete chaos….
  3. Apparently my being sick pales in comparison to when husband is sick….no matter how shitty I feel….
  4. When asked by my husband if I will still be making dinner it is grounds for justifiable homicide…
  5. When your husband offers to bring home dinner when you are sick you need to specify exactly what you feel up to having.  Apparently the obvious dinner choice of soup in my household was replaced by polish kielbasa…
  6. When your sick and your husband takes off to play golf remind him to choose wisely when he asks you if he can play four more holes…
  7. Your kids will inevitably need you more when you are incapacitated by illness….
  8. There will be no reinforcements from others as coincidentally your illness will coincide with them being away….
  9. Your husband will questions the validity of how crappy you actually feel…


The 40+ Mom Body….

Lately I have been avoiding looking in the mirror at all costs because frankly I don’t recognize the body that is reflected back at me.  In my mind I am still that fit 20-something year-old – however my reflection boasts a different and more well-seasoned story.  Frankly it screams out “Hi I am over 40, have three kids, work full time, and have very little time for myself!!!” Please note that this post is in no way meant to come off as shallow or superficial; but rather to highlight my own personal struggle with body changes I am having difficulty accepting and am trying to work on so that I can feel my best mentally and physically.  This post is not to claim that “I am fat” or “overweight” because if you were to look at me you would call me crazy and ask “who is this whiney bitch?”  For me my struggle is with the extra 10+ pounds I cannot seem to shed and how that 10+ pounds proportionally has altered my physicality enough to change the way my clothes fit, change the way my brain processes my physical image, leave me feeling sluggish and leave me feeling less than desirable sexually.   The bottom line is that I am not looking to be some “Skinny Minnie” but rather I want to get healthy.  I want to get in shape, get toned, and in the process of doing all of this – lose some of the weight that I have gained over the years.  I know this is completely relatable to so many of you….

I was always an active person with an active metabolism.  In high school and college I played sports and during my young adult life (pre-children) I biked and walked regularly. I admit I didn’t always watch what I ate, but then I was fortunate enough that my young metabolism was kind to my indulgences.    With my first two pregnancies I was sick as a dog so afterwards there wasn’t a lot of weight to lose.  Some might call this lucky and maybe in a way I was.  However, my first pregnancy left me with some pretty gnarly abdominal stretch marks that from a body image standpoint greatly impacted my self-image.  Stupid and superficial, maybe…. yet none-the-less it was to me significant enough on my inner psyche that to this day it still bares an impact my physical perception.

Fast-forward some years and the timeline went as follows: I got divorced, changed jobs, entered into a long term relationship and then exited that relationship 2 years later.  It was at the end of that relationship that I decided it was time to kick the “let’s get in shape” into high gear.  And I did.  I started walking 5+ miles a day, eating healthy and doing strength training.  The results majorly boosted my self-confidence.  I not only felt as if I were in the best shape of my life but I looked it.  I was toned (which helped my stretch mark issue), at a healthy weight for my height, and looked how I wanted to look physically.  Then I met my husband.  We met, got married and I got pregnant with our daughter.  I ate donuts like they were going out of style, packed on the pregnancy weight and never lost it.  After her birth I went back to work full time and life with three kids hit an all-time fevered pitch.  Factor in the stressors of our marriage and hitting 40+, selling/buying our house and moving, and it was as if my body rebelled and shut down.  My clothes got tight and nothing fit right proportionally (I refuse to buy new clothes because I know that if I lose even 5 pounds it will be a game changer).  I was and am at the heaviest weight I have ever been which has aggravated my stretch marks  and amplified how my brain was processing my image.   It was and has been very discouraging, if not depressing.  No amount of salads or occasional walking helped and I have been left feeling how this post started – disgusted and desiring a change.

Present day – as in today….. Last week I made a conscious decision to put me first.  I found some women to walk with and dragged out my bike out of the garage so that I can start  mixing up my work-outs.  I started my strength training again and am even doing some core work-outs.  I still trying to eat healthy and have kicked up my water intake.  I don’t expect an overnight miracle but I have noticed that I am down a few pounds.  This in itself has been huge on my self-confidence.  I am hoping this is what I need to get myself where I want to be.  And where I want to be is comfortable with me.  More to come in future posts…..

When Your Moving Estimate = You Own To Much S**t

We are moving…. something which I have shared before and something which has become the perfect blogging fodder.

So we had two moving companies come this past week to give us estimates on how much it was going to cost us to move all of our belongings.  Both companies were very comparable when it came to the estimated weight of our stuff; yet both companies were very different when it came to the cost.  It was a no-brainer as to which company we would be using.  However, both companies opened my eyes to the fact that despite our prior dumpster purging, we still own to much crap and we have a LOT more stuff that we need to get rid of.  I mean, who the heck want to pay to move stuff that they not only haven’t been using, but eventually are only going to get rid of in the future.  Not me!!!  And of course, the more we get rid of – the LESS we pay….

Since these moving estimates, I have kicked my purging into high gear.  I am bound and determined to get rid of more stuff; so if I haven’t used it in the last six months or if I think for a moment I won’t use it at the new house it goes into either the “give-away” or donation piles.  Furniture, books, kitchen items, and toys are all up for grabs.  Chicken rotisserie – gone.  Bread maker – gone.  Bakeware – gone.  It’s like Christmas in my neighborhood as all of my neighbors are anxiously waiting to see what items will appear on my curb next.  My neighbor down the street got a liquor cabinet, the lady in the back got a server and a ton of books.  The local daycare (who was always so good to my kids) got some new toys.  And I still have more the get rid of with Big Brother Big Sister coming in a few weeks to pick up more stuff for donation.  And then there are garage sale days in my town – which is the week before we move and you guessed it – anything we aren’t taking is gonna be out there for free!!!

If I can’t give it away or donate at it there is also is my neighbor’s dumpster, which she gave me free use of since I did the same for her.  And believe you me, I have found much more crap to toss.  I guess when you are forced to re-look at all you own, and you’re not gonna take it with you, and you’re not able to donate or give it away, the next logical step is to throw it out.  It amazes me how much more stuff I have tossed since we parted with our own dumpster.  As I am throwing out stuff now I am asking myself how the heck it didn’t get tossed before.

So in a few more weeks when all is said and done ask me if it paid off…. I can guarantee you that on multiple levels it already has and that is in itself a great feeling…..


When did my time become any less important or valuable than big business?

I am a very busy mom (as if there were any other kind of mom).  I am on call 24/7 as is required in my mommy job description, and I hold down a full time job as a nurse in a local hospital.  Subsequently, almost every moment of every day is in some way earmarked for something.  Whether its work, housework, food shopping, doctor’s appointments, general errands, school functions, after-school activities, or making appointments to have work done around my house, every day pretty much has something going on – especially lately as we are preparing to move.  Very rarely is their a calendar day that is blank.  Because of the craziness of everyday life, my time is very valuable to me – and apparently only to me.  Very rarely these days do I find that others are respectful of my time and quite frankly it has really started to piss me off.  Here is why…..

  1.  If I make a doctor’s appointment the expectation of the office is that I show up at least 10 minutes prior to the appointment to check in and fill out any paperwork that is required for that visit.  Heaven forbid you are late because some offices will charge you a late fee or even bump your appointment – because after all the doctor’s time is valuable.  Okay no problem – I get it.  However, most doctors’ office routinely double, triple, and quadruple book patients for the same time slots in order to make up the revenue on the back end, due in part to current rates of reimbursement and need to meet their financial quotas.  So does this mean that after sitting in the waiting room 15 to 20 to 30 minutes past my appointment time I can charge the doctor’s office a late fee as well?  When did this become a socially accepted norm or “fair.”  Is not my time equally as valuable as the doctor?
  2. Just recently I made two separate appointments to have work done at my house.  One was to have my furnace cleaned and the other was to have my back chimney cleaned.  Both companies quoted me a four hour time range of when their technicians would be to my house.  And both times I received phone calls just prior to the end of those time frames telling me that the service technicians were running several hours behind.  Seriously?  How is this okay?  It’s not.  I traditionally make it a point to make such appointments  weeks prior so as to specifically request the first appointment slot (or as early as possible) knowing full well that I need to be available to pick my kids up from school, tackle homework time and get my kids to their after-school activities.  Calling me at the end of the time frame you game me to tell me your running late, offer up a meek apology, and ask me if I want to wait or reschedule is beyond maddening to me and it quite frankly pisses me off.  First of all, I have be waiting all morning for you to arrive when (had I known you’d be late) I could’ve been tackling a laundry list of other things that I need to get done.  Second of all, why bother giving me a time frame of when you are just going to show up whenever?  How is it that companies don’t honor their word anymore?  Don’t they know that consumers talk or do they just not care if they earn my recommendation of not?  Thirdly, I don’t have time to wait for you anymore because I now have to pick up my kids and kick into gear my busy afternoon – you know the one I warned you about when I made my MORNING appointment.  And do I want to reschedule – NOT REALLY.  Why do I want to waste more of my time on another day waiting for you to show up?  Screw that….

Business better wake up and start showing some respect for people’s time.  It’s not okay to expect that we will just deal with whatever and be okay with it.  I get that things happen and emergencies come up – and I most certainly wouldn’t be writing a pissy blog for a once in a blue moon occurrence.  However, I am talking about this becoming the  apparent norm and occurring on a consistent basis.  Maybe this is because the expectation is “Do More With Less” but if you are going to conduct your business that way, don’t expect to keep mine.



Things you find out when you move….Episode 1

We are a family of five, living in a four bedroom house, with an attic and a basement and we are moving.

Three weeks ago we ordered a dumpster, in an effort to purge before packing, knowing full well that we had stuff to get rid of that could neither be donated nor sold.  We filled it – to the top.  Now granted we had a little help from some eager neighbors who saw this as a  prime opportunity to purge a few items themselves (they asked, we told them “go for it”) but 90% of that dumpster was all us and the stuff we had accumulated over the years.    Now I knew we owned a lot, but I was honestly taken aback at the actually amount of stuff we’d squirreled away.  Our cathartic purge was also coupled with multiple multiple donations of items to charities that could be reused (i.e. baby clothes, kids clothes, toys, household items, etc.).  Still, it was eye opening to see just how much stuff we had, that was literally just taking up space.  Of course these were those items that “I just might need again one day.”  However, looking at all the items I’d both junked and set aside for donation,  I couldn’t help but feel both guilty and disgusted with myself.  I felt guilty that I had hung onto so much stuff over the years that could potentially have been used by others, but was instead just sitting around collecting dust; and disgusted with myself that it took moving for me to be able to part with things.   It was a very eye-opening and humbling moment for me.

The dumpster got hauled away almost two weeks ago and I am still purging and donating as I pack.   I am currently operating under the guise that if I haven’t used it in the last 6 months then it’s time to part with it; and if I haven’t worn it in the last 6 months I probably won’t ever wear it again.  I am also trying to impart on my kids that when you outgrown stuff it’s okay to pass it on to someone else so as to minimize emotional attachments to irrelevant items.  I don’t want them to feel as if they can’t part with things and I feel it’s important for them to give to those who haven’t been as fortunate as they have.  Granted certain items will have sentimental value and that’s a different story, but in general they need to be able to let go of stuff that they no longer need or use.   Even with this mantra I am still amazed at the amount of stuff I have packed and overwhelmed by the stuff that still needs to be packed.  We move in just about a month and I still have a long way to go – and that’s a story for another time…..


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