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Taking Requests…

  • January 5, 2010 9:45 am

In the spirit of the New Year, new beginnings, new resolutions, blah blah blah, I thought I would prompt all you other mommies out there.  What is on your mind these days?  What topics should we pick up and toss around on this here blog?

Email me, or leave an idea in the comments section, and we’ll get that party started.  :)


  • August 24, 2009 7:21 pm

So, how’d it go?  Did anyone go to a boo hoo breakfast?  Did anyone boo hoo in their car after drop off?

I did.

And it totally caught me by surprise.  I walked the kids in to their new classrooms, gave hugs and reassurances, and then walked out of school triumphant in all our morning accomplishments.

And then it hit me.  Tears.  Not so much the snot and hiccuping, but definitely the tears.  What was that about?  It wasn’t kindergarten; it wasn’t college.  It was just your everyday elementary grades.  Ugh.  Sometimes my sappiness gets on my own nerves!  I was sappy before becoming a Mom, but this is getting a little out of hand.  :)

the new girl…again

  • August 12, 2009 8:04 pm

I’ve mentioned that I grew up a Military Brat, and before finally settling in Decatur my eighth grade year, I’d attended six different schools.  Six times of being introduced to the class as “the new girl…let’s make her feel welcome.”  Six times of walking into an unknown, hoping for a friendly face to show me the ropes.  Every single time, I hated it.  HATED it.  I’m not one for being center-stage, and the whispers around the room as my name was read echoed in my ears like bass drums.  I was the quiet kid, the studious kid, and the kid that usually hung back with one or two others trying desperately to blend into the background.

But, there was a Greater Plan.  Those forced experiences prepared me for many, many unknowns that I would face throughout my little life journey.  I’ll probably touch on that occasionally, maybe causing you to roll your eyes or giggle at my Ideology, but it’s true.  If I had to pick a theme of my life up to this point, it’s been “being the new girl.”  Without that, I just wouldn’t be me.

Today was no different.  Today was my first day back at work in six years.  Yep, six years.  After graduating Texas A&M, I taught five years, and then spent the last six years at home.  During those years, I tried to stay up-to-date.  I tutored a little, substituted here and there, kept in touch with my teacher friends now and then, but nothing like the daily grind.  When I signed my contract this summer, it felt like I was starting from scratch.

Last night, I barely slept.  I set my alarm for 6, but watched the hours tick by.  I kept thinking of new to-do lists, lesson plans, faculty meetings, evaluations, and balance.  I kept thinking of those awkward introductions and hoping the words “let’s make her feel welcome” would not be part of the process.  I kept wondering if everyone would see through me, sense my nervousness, and know my insecurity.  I was afraid they would see me as just a Mom. 

I know, I just said it.  The phrase no one will admit to using, but has.  Don’t try to deny it.  Whether you were talking about your own grandmother or the neighbor down the street, I’ll bet you $1 you have uttered those words at some point in your lifetime.  I’ve even used it to describe myself.  I tried to ramp it up, throwing in Domestic Goddess when I could, but in the end there’s just no right phrase to describe being just a mom. During the past six years, on any form needing “work information,” I would fill in N/A.  Now, there’s a confidence booster.  It’s awkward; it’s stifling, and it’s unfair.  But that’s the stereotype.  And that’s what we need to work on, because being a Just a Mom is important to Every Mom.

As I sat through my First Day AGAIN, I settled back into my role of being the quiet one.  I sought out a few friendly faces, and tried to find my familiar place in the background.  As I did, I looked into the face of a fellow new teacher worried about how to catch up with “this new technology.”  I asked what district she came from, and with eager eyes she looked at me and said “I’ve just been a mom the last 8 years.”  I smiled and said, “Just a Mom?  You’ll be just fine.” 

And I hoped I would be too.

in case you were wondering….

  • August 5, 2009 6:46 am

Yes, I can read a calendar.  I know it’s not the actual beginning of the year, but, in my mind, the year always begins when school starts.  If you think about it, it’s a hard habit to break.  You trundle through 12 years of public school, then maybe 4+ years of college, and then there you are at 21 wondering where to buy a calendar that STARTS in August.  You know what I’m talking about.  We all had those student planners that were sold alongside Trapper Keepers.  If you didn’t, you really missed out. 

Personally, I love me a good calendar.  Like I said, I started with the student planners, and as a college student, I lived in my Aggieland Planner.  Every test, study session, lab, and Texas Aggie Football Game was faithfully recorded.  As a new teacher, I was torn; do I graduate to the ever-so-fancy Franklin Covey, or go with the mass-administered DATCU version given to me free?  I went with both, which wasn’t the best plan.  I was on a quest for the best calendar, one that would satisfy WORK and HOME.  I tried desk calendars, Mommy Calendars (which are supercool by the way, with little pockets for Birthday invitations, stickers, and separate columns for everyone’s schedules), pocket calendars, and nothing was that perfect fit.  Then, my husband bought me a Palm Pilot.  Man, that is pretty much the best invention ever.  E-V-E-R.  I can type EVERYTHING into that thing.  I don’t have to rewrite my addresses every year, because yes, I’m just OCD enough to do that.  It fits right in my bag, my purse, practically my WALLET!  I can send myself reminders.  Reminders that BEEP at me since my brain is failing me by the second.  Now that I’ve graduated to the phone/PDA combo, I can send my husband these little beeping reminders as well.  I tell people all the time that the Palm Pilot saved my marriage.  And my sanity.

So, as we embark on this new school year, I invite you to take inventory of your calendar options.  How do you manage all the lists, playdates, soccer schedules, manager meetings, school projects, and reminders to pick up milk on the way home?  Because, if my phone didn’t beep at me, I might not remember to breathe.

New Year, New Beginnings

  • August 4, 2009 2:16 pm

Welcome!  Today is actually the day!  We’ve been brainstorming, planning, and emailing, and now it’s finally time to GO PUBLIC with this new blog.  I have a few friends in high places, and Kristen Tribe is one of them.  She approached me with the idea of writing a “Mommy Blog” for The Messenger earlier this summer, and of course I bubbled over with ideas.  I’d been craving some “Mommy Connections” since we moved from Keller almost two years ago, and had desperately been trying to make those connections happen.  In Keller (a.k.a “The Big City”), there are Mommy Groups, Playgroups, Working Mom Connections, etc.  You name it, and they have it.  You practically walk out your front door and you have the names and addresses of about 20 different activities you can join to make friends, have playdates, and gain a support system.  Here, you walk outside the front door and meet…the street (with crickets, ants at your feet).  It was a transition time for me, to put it mildly.  All of a sudden, I was at home ALL ALONE WITH MY KIDS, with absolutely no built-in distractions. 

Now, I know there are online Mommy Groups.  I’m aware of the Mommy Blogs out there.  I peruse; I read; I join.  But, they just didn’t hit the spot.  I asked a few friends if they’d like to meet up once a week to play, and they actually jumped on the chance.  Hooray!  We set up a calendar, and began a rotation of park playdates.  That helped.  My kids made some local friends, and I had that weekly reminder that 1-I’m not a crazy Mom, and 2-My kids aren’t those crazy kids.  We all just might be a little bit normal, and that sanity check will always be critical to my survival.  I love knowing that I’m normal.  But still, I felt there could be so much more.

Enter Blog.  Here, we have the opportunity to create an online community within Wise County.  Here, we can share everything from our funny stories to our crazy “lose our mind moments.”  Take for example, as I type this, I’ve had to get my 3-year-old to STOP TAKING THE FISH OUT OF THE WATER at least FOUR times.  I’m pretty sure that fish won’t make it through the night.  And, it would just be amazing to know that I’m not the only one in the world to have had this struggle.  Everyday.  For the past week.  Especially since there have already been 2 fish fatalities.

So, there you are.  The goal of this little adventure is to entertain and unite.  Will I write things you don’t agree with?  Maybe.  If so, tell me all about it.  I’ve been working on growing thicker skin for just that reason.  But, will I also write things that simply hit home?  I hope so, and if that is the case, go ahead and give me a virtual high five.  I’m sure I’ll need it.