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Aug 19 10

Take My Mother-in-Law. Please.

by Trish

As far as mothers-in-law go, I’ve got a pretty good one. She would never tell me how to raise my kids (although clearly someone should), in fact she praises her son and I on what a fine job we are doing as parents. She is a big fan of the blog (Sorry for what’s ahead, Big Daddy’s mom) and lavishes compliments on me and my writing. She’s a wonderful grandmother and the girls are very fortunate to have her. Also? She’s on the other side of the country and can’t just pop in. A definite plus in any extended familial relationship.  On the other hand? She’s a wee bit on the paranoid side.

Big Daddy doesn’t have a cell phone because, well there is no good reason. There is only Big Daddy Logic and that never makes any sense to anyone with any sense, except Big Daddy. So what does this have to do with my mother-in-law? She refused to believe he doesn’t have his own cell phone. To the point where she wanted to know if he thought she was from Mars and a few other choice comments. (It’s not like there is no phone at all. I have a cell phone that acts as the home phone and is The Phone to contact any of us). Mother-in-law had been told repeatedly that if she wished to speak to Big Daddy she could call my cell phone. After all, he works from home and is usually in possession of the phone.

She worries people will figure out who Big Daddy is so Googles him from time to time and goes 12 pages deep into the google search just to make sure there is no reference to his actual first name on my blog. Why? Who knows.  She thinks if my daughters’ first name is on their luggage a Bad Man will trick them into thinking he knows who they are and will abscond with them! Never mind neither one of us would let anyone of them out of our sight at an airport or anywhere else they’d have their luggage or wouldn’t have their luggage. (And another thing? Anyone within hearing distance will certainly hear me yelling at all of them and get their names that way. And may even lure them away with “What a mean mommy you have. Wouldn’t you like to come home with me and eat chocolate for dinner?!”)

I could go on and on, but I won’t. She’s a loving grandmother and mother who is mired in worry over her grandkids. We all worry. I can relate to that. But, we also have to be reasonable. Danger and Bad Men are more likely to be  in your neighborhood, child’s school, Girl Scout Troop and family than some stranger. So we use common sense and we do our best to keep our girls safe. Of course we do. Because? As much as I may lead you to believe so, I’m not really drunk and/or passed out 24 hours a day. I actually kinda like my kids and would like to keep them around.

Her latest worry is that becuase I have my current home town (Bainbridge Island, WA in case you missed it) on this blog, someone will track me down and find me! Gasp! And steelsteal my kids!  Cause you know? They’re so gorgeous and there aren’t any other kids that are easy pickins for these Bad Men. Well, MIL welcome to the age of The Internet and Technology. If you’re phone number is listed in a phone book along with your address anyone can Google your name and get your address. Any sicko who has access to your kid’s classroom roster can get your email address, phone number and physical address. It’s just not that hard to track people down these days. Just ask a predator. But also? Very few people read this blog other than friends, family and friends of friends and family. So exactly which one of you is the pedophile?

OK, so what makes this all so annoying to me that I have resorted to public scolding and humiliations (mine, not hers) in order to vent? It’s the amount of these kinds of emails and phone calls expressing her concern and paranoia.  Her son and I have both told her over the years to butt out. To worry as much as she wants, but keep it to herself. We’ve got it under control (most of the time). Still she emails and calls with her worries. Also? We’ve explained how with 3 little kids we don’t have a lot of free time for chatting her up on the phone. Yet, it took her months to stop calling AT THE EXACT TIME WE TOLD HER NOT TO CALL and even then she pulled my husband aside and wanted to know just exactly what was going on that we wouldn’t answer the phone.  What could she possibly think is going on? She always wants to know what she’s done to offend us or make us mad. What could she possibly have done from 3000 miles away? The paranoia is deep, see?  Sure, we’re mad then. After we’ve explained ad nauseum why we can’t always answer the phone when she calls and why it might take a day or two to return a call. (She’s only calling to shoot the shit, btw, it’s not like it’s anything urgent). We weren’t mad before that when instead of answering the phone we were trying to cook dinner, get 3 kids to sit at the table and eat, or bathing them or trying to get them all jammied, read to and in bed. And? We told her to quit Googling Big  Daddy, not to inspect my blog so much and to generally butt out and still she sends these emails. So maybe this will get her to stop.

If not? It felt good to get it all down. And? I’m by no means the ideal daughter-in-law, I know this. I’m an asshole (don’t act so shocked) and tend to say exactly what’s on my mind (no really, I do). Doesn’t always go over well with people in general, much less family.  I think I might have told her husband  to “fuck off” once. But to be fair, he referred to me as a “bimbo” once. Before he even met me! (Yeah, yeah, I may have been a bit of a bimbo, but that’s beside the point).

Aug 18 10

Flowers Just Don’t Seem Like Enough

by Trish

Ah, the mama relaxing on the hammock with her birthday girls.  Sweet, no? And looks comfy and relaxing too, right? Such a nice hammock. Makes you wish you had one in your backyard. Yeah. Well, not too long after this picture was taken I broke the damn thing. And my ass too.

The girls were playing in the yard and I was lounging alone in the hammock. I spied Big Daddy sitting on the patio with our friend and called him over. See, I thought it would be nice and a little romantic to lie in the hammock together and gaze lovingly upon our gorgeous girls. Well, Big Daddy got in and the whole thing crumbled under our weight. You know – two big elephants trying to balance on a strip of fabric really isn’t the best idea.

So down we went and I landed on a metal bar. And now there is a big purple bruise on my busted ass and it’s a bit swollen. You know what Big Daddy said when I showed him my injury? “And I didn’t think your ass could look any worse.” Such a funny guy.  Our falling was pretty funny too. Even we were laughing when it happened. Our one witness said it was a great show and too bad we didn’t have it on film.

But? We felt (and still feel) terrible about this! We just met our hosts that weekend and we break their hammock. First we drank all their wine and beer the night before and then we break their shit. Yeah, we’re great house guests.  They are the nicest people and were so gracious about it, but really we feel like jackasses. I’ll figure something out. Some sort of thank you for having us/sorry about busting up your hammock with my giant ass gift.

Aug 17 10

Blog Love

by Trish

In honor of the great blogging that has been happening of late, San Diego Momma has asked that we share our favorite post of the week, a new favorite blog and our favorite post from our own blog.  So here goes:

Favorite post this week:
I just love her and everything she writes. She’s so damn funny. Once you read this post you’ll know why I love her so.

New Favorite Blog:
Again, this guy is really funny. But also? I like that it’s from a dad’s prospective. There are a lot of great mommy blogs out there, but not too many from the daddy’s point of view.

Favorite from my own blog
It’s hard to toot my own horn. And I’m really not sure which is my favorite. I suppose I could go check my stats and see which post garnered the most traffic. But I’m picking this one because I think it’s funny and well written. And? It’s one of my first posts, so I don’t think as many people have read it. Thought I might give this one a bit more exposure.

Enjoy!

Aug 12 10

Which Came First?

by Trish

Me, in a drunken stupor (Don’t worry. I did not drive): “What do you think came first? Hookers or Alcohol?” I’m thinking this because both give pleasure and take one away from one’s problems. Also? Prostitution is said to be the oldest profession. However? Alcohol is damn good and seems to be a cure-all as far as I’m concerned.

Big Daddy, stone sober (home with the girls while I was out getting liquored up with a friend) seems to be taking my drunken question seriously: “Alcohol.”

Me, drunk and feeling vindicated cause that was my thought too: “Right! Cause where would we be as a society without alcohol? I’d probably be in a corner of a padded room drooling, rocking back and forth and repeating, “Because I said so!” for all eternity.”

Big Daddy, very seriously as though he has given this whole thing much thought, “Because there would be no hookers without alcohol.” Ah, he’s got me there.

Aug 12 10

Tips for getting your kids ready to go back to school

by Trish

It’s that time of year. The nights are getting shorter, the air is getting cooler, the kids are getting restless and we mamas (and daddies) are counting the days until school starts.  While you and I may be ready, the kids probably aren’t. So I’m going to share a few things that I use to get the kids in back-to-school mode.

1. Talk Up School I like to remind the girls how great it will be to see all of their friends they’ve missed over the summer. I remind them how much fun they’ll have and how they will also meet new friends and have a new teacher. My middle girl is starting Kindergarten so I’m telling her how great that will be and how exciting for everything to be new. She’s looking forward to riding the bus with her big sister, so I have Zeta tell her all about that too.

2. Ease back into a schedule  We all know how hard it is to go from sleeping in to getting up early. When you have to get up early,  you have to go to bed early. I don’t know how it is for you at your house, but summer doesn’t have the same bed time as during the school year. Also? We let the girls go to sleep in our bed (and then move them to their own) during the summer. It would be impossible to go from staying up til 10pm or later to going to bed at 7:30pm literally over night. So starting a couple weeks before school, we enforce the earlier bedtime a few nights a week.

3. Read to them  I take the girls to the library and have them pick out books about school.  Nita’s been reading about Kindergarten and the first day of school. This helps build the anticipation and excitement for the start of the school year. I also talk up their school library and how much fun it will be to get to go there every week.

4. School Shopping When all else fails to get them revved up for the new school year, I take them shopping. Nothing like a new pair of shoes and a few cute outfits to make a girl ready to hit the books. And of course the school supplies. I don’t know about you, but I loved getting a new Trapper Keeper every year and pencils and all that stuff. My kids do too.

5. After School Activities  When I hear that old refrain “I’m bored” I remind them how busy they’ll be once school starts! What with all the after school programs like, Chess, Science and Girl Scouts. And all the play dates we’ll be scheduling as well.

6. Party I like to have a little end of summer/start of school party for the girls. This really gets them pumped for back to school.

What are some of your tips for getting the kids ready to hit the books?

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