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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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Transform(er)ation

Parenting is about problem solving.  For instance, Dylan used to bring his lunch box home from school every day with his fruit squeezer uneaten.  It turns out the reason he wasn’t eating it was because he couldn’t open the top by himself.  Once I figured it out, I popped the cap and resealed it loosely each morning before putting it in his lunch box.  Problem solved.  Now when his fruit squeezer comes home uneaten, it’s merely a philosophical statement about his disapproval of fruit’s existence.  Food therapy here we come!

Here’s another one – a real doozy.  There was a time when I savored (note the past tense) the nights when Riley’s crept into my bed in the middle of the night. Oh how I relished in the joy of sleeping with my squishy baby!  Then, every now and then turned into every night.  Then, he refused to sleep in his bed at all.  He had to start and finish the night in our bed.  Then, he took a liking to sleeping horizontally across the bed.  Then, he peed in the bed.  Then, I turned into a Crazy Mama.  I lost the only thing in the world that was sacred to me  – my bed.  (I lost the bathroom a long time ago.)

Riley desperately needs a bedtime transformation, and I desperately want to brush and floss my teeth, watch “The Last Word with Lawrence O’Donnell,” read my book, and play one last round of Words with Friends BY MYSELF!

Enter Shopaholic Mama and Master-Of-Reading-Ikea-Directions-And-Building-Ikea-Furtniture Daddy and behold…

The fun, exciting, cool, amazing, big-boy bunk bed!

I’ve wanted to get a bunk bed for the boys for a while.  They share a room, it’s a great space saver, and, according to Dylan, “It’s so awesome!”  While Mike bought he bed, I took the boys to Target to buy Transformer sheets.  They live and breathe Bumblebee and Optimus Prime these days, and Riley pinky promised he’d sleep in his bed if I bought him Transformer sheets…and an “Avengers” blanket…and a “Batman” blanket…and two Optimus Prime pillows.  (I’m such a sucker.)  Dylan, who always sleeps in his bed, made out like a bandit on that shopping spree.

Problem solved, right?  Not so fast.  It took four long, exhausting, white flag waving, pinky promise breaking, Pino Grigio drinking nights, but last night Riley finally slept in his bed.  All night.  Start to finish.  In. His. Bed!

Look at that beautiful blue star!  (He also scored major bonus points for waking up dry.)

Big props to Mike who was home from work last night in time to experience the hell that is bedtime in our house.  He and his guitar can take full credit for taming the beast.

Note to self:  Learn to play guitar.

Transformation complete?  Hardly.  I have no idea what will happen tonight, but right now I’m being where I am and enjoying the satisfaction of solving another problem no matter how brief the victory lasts.  I’m off to Toys R Us now to finish school supply shopping and to buy Riley’s reward, which, of course, will be a Transformer.  He requested a green one.  Wish me luck!

Co-sleeping Mamas (and Daddies): How do you cope with the lack of privacy?

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