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Why I Do This

I write about all facets of motherhood on this blog, but it’s true (alert the media!) that I have a five-year-old child with sensory processing disorder.  He also has green eyes, a big smile, and a wicked sense of humor, he’s beyond bright, he gives great hugs, he loves to spell, he loves math (which just about kills me on a daily basis), he’s a great swimmer, and he’s compassionate way beyond his years.  In my spare time, I’m also the mother of a smart, stubborn, and squishy three-year-old boy who has the bluest eyes you’ve ever seen and a nasty addiction to strawberry Kefir.  Where my older son has sensory issues, my three-year-old has peeing-on-the-floor-next-to-the-toilet issues.  (They all have something.)  Mostly, I’m the mother of two young kids who challenge me physically, psychologically, and emotionally on a daily basis.  Just like you.

I write this blog for a lot of reasons.  Selfishly, it’s for me.  It feels so bleeping good to get this stuff off my chest.  A little bit less selfishly, it’s for my boys.  I hope one day they have the clarity to see me not just as Mommy, but also as Jennifer or Jen or Jenny.  (Oh, and not to hate me.)  I also write it for you.  I try hard to give my children (and my husband, occasionally) the respect they need to go about their business with some sense of privacy, but I also know that what I’ve gone through – and what I will go through – isn’t unique to me.  It’s merely a bi-product of deciding to grow a human being inside your belly (or securing one from another lovely location) and committing to affording to send them to preschool.  It’s in the sharing of the experience – no matter how serious, sad, or just plain funny it is – that a sense of community is born and the precious gift of not being alone is realized.

I’ve just begun guest blogging on a new site called Voices of Sensory Processing Disorder.  You can read my first guest post, “Making and Breaking the Rules,”  here.  Without a doubt, I feel grateful on a daily basis that my kids have ten fingers and ten toes, no heart defects, no tumors, no intellectual disabilities, or fill in the blank.  But I do have a child with challenges that affect not only his daily functioning, but also the rest of our family’s.  It’s my honor to share my obsession with owls, my love of shopping, my persistent paranoia about my health, my dislike of cleaning pee on the floor next to the toilet, and the problems I’m determined to see through with my kids, my husband, and myself.

Here are some recent posts from this blog and some oldie-but-goodies you may have missed (tisk tisk).

  • As of this morning, I have 24 more pencils to sharpen.  Read “Hard” here.
  • How do you find comfort?  Me, I love falling asleep on the couch.  Read “Couch (or Blame) (or Hands)” here.
  • Mama math is excellent brain exercise.  Read “Word Problems VIII (The Back to School Edition)” here.
  • Are there little people sleeping in your bed…uninvited?  Read “Transform(er)ation” here.
  • Been to a public bathroom with your kids lately and wish you could have your memory erased like in “Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind”?  Read “Public Bathroom Manifesto” here.
  • Considering an uber hip postnuptial agreement?  Read “Testimony” here.

As always, thanks for reading…and sharing!

Questions, comments, concerns, recipe ideas, restaurant suggestions, book deals, or ideas on how to get my kids to brush their teeth twice a day?  Contact me at therunawaymama(at)gmail(dot)com.

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Mess-over

What’s a mess-over?  It’s kind of like a hangover.  It’s what Mamas feel the day after Mother’s Day, when if they celebrated properly, they took the day off from doing household chores and their typical Sunday routine only to wake up on Monday morning to a sink full of dishes, a pile of laundry to be folded, bills to paid and groceries to be bought.  Today, I woke up with a horrible mess-over.

My husband and kids gave me a perfect Mother’s Day yesterday, including this perfect flower in a pot from Dylan:

Flowers and a plethora of cards, including this perfect one from Riley:

Yes, it’s birthday card, but Riley picked it because he wanted me to have the flower.  This is how he signed the card (as told to Daddy):

In case you can’t read the handwriting (we know who Dylan inherited his writing skills from), it says: “Dear Mommy, I love you because…I love you.”  Perfection.  Here’s the almost perfect donut the boys picked out for me on their early morning excursion to the card store while I slept in:

Somebody (Riley) couldn’t resist nibbling the pink frosting before bringing it home it to me.  Later in the day I went shopping and bought these perfect shoes:

Thank you, Bloomingdale’s, for having Shopaholic Mama’s size (in yellow!) in stock!

That evening, I ate a perfect meal with my family, and Mike lulled the boys to sleep with perfect bedtime songs played on his acoustic guitar.  I even spent a few perfect minutes reading my book, “Weird Sisters,” before I fell asleep.

So far, today has been a lot less perfect.  I woke up to a sink full of dishes (not a surprise), lunches to be packed, and a long list of to-dos (most of which I still haven’t done).   Before I even finished one cup of coffee, I realized a bill was due yesterday.  I also became keenly aware of the enormous pile of mail living on the dining room table.  Pretty soon it’s going to ask me for something to drink.  As I was buckling the boys into their car seats to go to school, I remembered I was in charge of snack for Dylan’s class and franticly pulled together 18 bags of pretzels and 18 cheese sticks (thank you, Costco!).

Upon returning home, Mike informed me that there was a swarm of bugs flying around the kitchen.  My exterminator, who happened to be coming over this morning for our monthly inspection, confirmed Mike’s suspicion that the flying bugs were termites.  Yes, termites.  (Last week, I found two snakes in my garage, and the week before that, there was a lizard in my dining room big enough to give a name.)

After I got off the phone with Terminix to schedule an appointment (that will probably result in us having to tent the house), my neurologist called to remind me of the medical mystery causing numbness and pins and needles in my left leg and foot.  Now I have to have an MRI of my back.  Later in the morning, the woman who weighed me at the hematologist’s office said, “You’ve gained a few pounds.  Have you been going to the gym?”  Was she insinuating that I should go to the gym or that perhaps my workouts have resulted in more muscle, which weighs more than fat?  It doesn’t matter.  I already wished for her to have a flat tire on her way home from work.  Thankfully, the hematologist had nothing bad to say, but he made me wait for over an hour, so I kind of hope he gets a flat tire, too.

This isn’t the Monday I was hoping for.  Did you wake up with a mess-over today?

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