Mission Statement

We are a people who tell stories in one form or another.
After all isn't blogging just another way to gather around and tell those stories?

Motherhood is Painless is about finding the humor in the every day. In finding the happiness in those stories that we tell. What would happen if we *all* learned to laugh at ourselves? Maybe then the dark corners would recede a bit and we would all rejoice at the love we find there.

Monday, October 5, 2015

Something to say

It's been quiet around here.

I haven't had much to say, so I have been avoiding this place. The weather is turning, and the leaves are putting on their fall colors, slowly. We're creeping towards winter again. But I am, as ever preparing for it. I have medication, warm blankets, and a sweet kitty to sit on my knees while I work

The kids are settling into school at last. The first three weeks were short weeks, 3 days each, due to various holidays. Now they have had two full weeks. They will flourish.

We are finally figuring out the puzzle that Ben turned into. He was such a happy kid for so long, then full-time school started and he fell apart at the seams. But there is so much help for him. I'm still working through all the details, it's amazing.

This week, oh, this week. I'm taking time for myself and heading to Atlanta for the Type-A Parent conference. I will learn and I will regroup.

And I will come home with even more to say.

Friday, July 31, 2015

Looking back

Last week was a week.  Dave was traveling - and it was a beastly trip - Denver, San Jose and Portland over five days.

I was here, holding the rest of it together. Tuesday morning. Both kids, awake early, complaining of stomach aches, headaches. It was going to be a quiet day anyhow. So I tucked them in on the couches, turned on Netflix and checked temperatures. Fevers. Plans were cancelled.

We made it through the day. There were naps, snuggles and early, early bedtimes.
On the flip, there were night-time wakings, nightmares and a little guy traumatized by throwing up all over the bathroom. (At least he made it to the bathroom, right?)

When I got them to the doctor, it was strep. Both kids. So prescriptions were written, and off we went.

Meanwhile, I was getting texts from Dave "I don't feel well."

"This cough is terrible."

"I must have eaten something weird, because my stomach is upset."

And on and on.

He came back - went to the quick clinic...bronchitis.

So, now I feel like a ticking time bomb...when am I going to get sick. And, ooooh, what will it be?

Stay tuned!

Wednesday, July 15, 2015

Not all who wander...

It's high summer.
The middle of July, when the streets of New York City reek with smells I can't even begin to name.
I walk down the street, my clothes sticking to me and counting the steps until I am inside in the AC again - drinking something cool and fresh.

There is nothing else - the kids vacillate wildly between an almost cloying closeness and dire hatred of one another. I am separating them either way, and I'm tired of it. #STOPTOUCHINGEACHOTHER.

Dave is traveling - more than ever. He has trips slotted for the next three weeks straight. We're trying to schedule a summer trip between the work trips and literally, the only way to make that happen is to travel with him and fly solo for a few days while he works THEN take the rest of the vacation together. So, if anyone has some solid family entertainment lined up in NoCal, let me know.

I made plans for myself - a concert and a one-day conference. I'm taking pains to take care of myself, but I feel like I am wandering again, and not in the good way. I need a focus.

In the meantime, I'm shuttling the kids - day camp, orthodontist, playdates, swimming lessons and OT. Lordy, I am tired.

Thursday, June 18, 2015

Summer Looms Large

Today, Ben moves up from Kindergarten. He's made it - struggling, learning and growing. I am incredibly proud of him. Saying goodbye to small-kid time (as Bonnie would say) and moving on to greater and greater things.

Here's to the future. Love you, sweetest of boys.

Saturday, May 30, 2015

Eight is Great

Eight years old. 

Sweetness and light one minute - storming off in a huff the next. 

Equal parts "I love you mama!" and "Don't look at me right now."

And I love her, every exasperating inch. 

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

A Promise - Or a List.

Last time, I told myself that I wasn't going to sit and let this space linger. Even if I think I have nothig to say.

Especially if I think I have nothing to say. It has to be better than letting these little feelings build up inside me until I'm full to bursting.

So here is a summary of what's on my plate these days:

  • My knee is troubled - I've been seeing an orthopedic specializing in non-surgical treatment and have spent most of the last two months in a brace. It's big and clunky and doesn't fit under my clothes. But, it makes me feel so much better than I did before, that I don't care. And while I might not be jogging or wearing heels again any time soon, being able to make it to school and home again with out stumbling is like a miracle. 
  • Ben is full of So! Much! Energy! these days - it's like spring came and wound him up like a rocket. He's moving, moving, moving. We've had talks with him, with his teacher and with the school guidance counselor. It's a struggle, but there are things we've yet to do. We start the beginning of that process on Friday. Dave's struggled with ADD all his life, and I'm beginning to suspect the same of Ben. 
  • Claire has had a low-grade stomach bug for most of the last week. It's so frustrating - her GI is all wonky, but she feels mostly OK. So she's home and full of energy, and driving me bananas. 
  • We have two camping trips lined up for the spring/summer already. One over Memorial Day weekend, the next over the weekend after the end of school. 
And that is all I've got. 
I will be doing some reviews lately - not because I have to - but because I like the products. (Something new! Sort of exciting!)

Monday, March 30, 2015

Another day older and deeper in debt

It's Monday.
Here I am, sitting at the kitchen table with the laptop at the ready. A fresh screen. And the words are stuck. Life is quiet for the moment. I have nothing to say. Or, I worry that I have too much brewing underneath the surface and fear that if I start to talk, it will all come pouring out.

And I'm not ready for that yet.

So I think I'll be quiet for a little while longer.