shout it out...

Ok so i have about 53 different blog topics in my mind (as well as many other things that should NOT be published since maybe adam might run for office one day and my blog will NOT serve him well as is, much less if i published ALL my thoughts). but with most things in my mind, i have GREAT ideas and the implementation (or in this case typing them up) never comes to fruition. mostly because i use words like “implementation” and “fruition” and it takes a long time to spell them correctly.

but here for your reading pleasure (or torture depending on whether you read this for pleasure or under the illusion that one day i may pop quiz you on my life and you want to be prepared) is the entry for today... 

i was at a shee shee poo poo kiddie clothes shop (here i must insert that i was meeting my hubby for lunch next too the shee shee poo poo shop and they had some clothes outside on SALE and i was looking through those clothes in their largest size for rosie, she is almost too big for the shee shee poo poo children’s clothing store and has had very few outfits from there, poor girl...) ANYWAY, back to my story... two other mothers were there (really skinny, dressed to the nines, the types that you can imagine shop at shee shee poo poo stores and actually go in and don’t just look at the sale items and go “WHAT, 100$ for a warm up suitish outfit for an 8 year old, and THAT is the SALE price who are they kidding?!?!?!?”). 

they were discussing their 4 month old babies and one mom mentioned that her son was sleeping through the night and the other mom said, “how did you do that?” and mom a (with the sleeper) said, “oh, i don’t rock him at night. i have him on a schedule and i just lay him down and let him cry himself to sleep. but no rocking at night.” the first mom (with the nonsleeper) said, “how do you do that? i love rocking him.” and the sleeper mom said that she held him at other times but just not at bed time and that a firm schedule was the key to getting other things done during the day.

now i have to interject that this was EXACTLY how i did my three children, a bit of rocking with the last nursing of the the night and then off to bed fully awake so they could learn to put themselves to sleep and i believe in that and i know there are benefits to that and yadda yadda yadda something about studies show that kids who do that score higher on their SATs. but everything in me wanted to grab those two young skinny well dressed moms and shout to the hilltops-  ROCK THOSE BABIES, YOU FOOLS, ROCK THEM AND ROCK THEM AND HOLD THEM AND DON’T STOP TO DO ANYTHING ELSE BECAUSE ONE DAY THEY WILL BE IN SCHOOL AND YOU WILL WONDER WHAT THE HELL WAS SO IMPORTANT THAT YOU DID NOT JUST HOLD THEM 24/7 FOR THE FIRST YEAR OF THEIR LIFE BECAUSE ONE DAY YOU WOULD SELL ALL YOU HAVE TO HAVE 5 MINUTES OF THAT BABY HEAD SMELL BACK IN YOUR NOSTRILS. STOP COMPLAINING ABOUT LOSING SLEEP BECAUSE IT GOES SO FAST THAT YOU THINK IT IS ALL A GREAT COSMIC JOKE AND YOU CAN’T IMAGINE THAT IT WAS EVER REAL AND THAT SLEEP IS WAYYYYY OVERRATED IN CONTRAST WITH ROCKING BABY TIME REALLY IT IS AND YOU WON’T BELIEVE ME UNTIL YOU ARE IN MY SHOES AND THEN YOU WILL REMEMBER THE CRAZY SCREAMING RANTING LADY AT THE SHEE SHEE POO POO CLOTHING SHOP AND YOU WILL REGRET ROLLING YOUR EYES AT ME.

but i didn’t do that. i just left the expensive clothes and walked away because right after i thought about doing it i could totally imagine an older me with a still small voice whispering in my soul....

Transient

“well, lea. how does it feel to not have to make any lunches anymore? you complained about making those three lunches everyday and you snoozed your alarm clock to get those all important 10 more minutes of sleep and didn’t have time to add a cute note or a hersheys kiss and i bet you would sell all you have to be back and making three lunches everyday and finding socks under every piece of furniture and calling out spelling words and why didn’t you make the time to go on those field trips and all those myriad of little tasks that you loathe the dailyness of NOW and will mourn the loss of later. so what was so important about typing up that blog entry in the grand scheme of things, hmmmmmm...”

it is all relative. i wasn’t meant to shout that lesson at the top of my lungs to the world (though believe me there are PLENTY of lessons that i have to teach the world that i should be allowed to SHOUT AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS, lessons like “WHY IS YOU SIX YEAR OLD DRESSED LIKE A SEX KITTEN?” and “I DO NOT UNDERSTAND THE APPEAL OF VERA BRADLEY PURSES AND WHY MY DAUGHTER AND HER FRIENDS ARE CARRYING PURSES THAT LOOK LIKE SOMETHING MY GRANDMOTHER WOULD HAVE USED”. that shee shee poo poo clothing store realization lesson was meant for me to hear echoing in my soul today. and tomorrow. and every day God gives me on this big spinning ball. make the most of the moment that i am in. i cannot mourn what i didn’t do in the past, i can only do what i need to do today...

got to go and call out spelling words and eat some hershey kisses (i mean put them in lunchboxes for tomorrow... one for millie, one in mommy’s mouth, one for maxx, two in mommy’s mouth...)