What a great idea!

That lady on the cell phone that won't let you change lanes follows me every morning...I swear! And if one of the kids is unhappy there's a trucker out there who finds it hilarious that he's not letting me merge onto the 91. The hubby thinks I overreact, if he only knew the names I called him under my breath every time he "lets" someone cut us off when we carpool!

Shawna you have new adventures to begin with Carissa's new independence and you will enjoy each one immensely! They do grow up too fast so enjoy every possible moment even the not so fun ones, poopy diapers in the car-those really stink! And even though you think you will never be able to let go you will find it in your heart to let her spread her wings just like your mom did for you. Isn't it funny how our views of our parents change when we become parents?!

Friday Night Lights

Do you remember when at 7:15 on a Friday night you were just starting to think about getting dressed, putting on make-up, doing your hair, and going out for the night? My friends and I wouldn't even leave the house until 10pm. I go to bed by 10pm most nights now! Actually, I'm so tired right now that I'm not exactly sure if that happened or it's a dream I had that just seems really real. I graduated from college right?
So it's been a big week in our house. Cassie cut a tooth and finally figured out how to crawl. She's still not totally enraptured with the whole crawling activity yet, but she has figured out that she can get to things she wants by crawling and this encourages her. To tell you the truth, I felt a little sad when she the edge of her tooth emerged. Now I know that sounds a bit crazy, and maybe I'm the only one who's ever felt this way, but I actually felt tears welling up when I picked her up from the babysitter and she said she's cut a tooth. I mean teeth...kids have teeth, adults have teeth...my little baby girl does not have teeth. I was acutely aware that we passed from infant world into baby world and there's no going back. It's irrational, I know, but the whole point of this blog is to share the mommy experience without judgement so I'm saying it for all you to read. If I can't handle a tooth, how the heck am I going to let her go to school or on a date? This is how people get pregnant with their second baby isn't it? It's crazy how you forget...and so quickly. Those first 6 weeks are tough and really the first 3 months I simply survived. I'm going to resist the urge to talk my husband in to it for a while longer by remembering that it will still be another 18 years before I'll be able to hit the town in something other than my pajamas or sweat pants.

Road Rage

Is road rage genetic? I pray to God every morning as I'm putting my daughter into the car that she'll fall asleep as we drive in to work together. My whole morning revolves around what time she wakes up and what time I feed her in the hopes that we'll strike the magical balance that will cause her to fall asleep within the first 10 minutes of being in the car. Usually, I'm proud to say, it works. Today, however, is another story...she didn't sleep a wink. About 15 minutes in I hear it...she's grunting...and that kind of grunting can only mean one thing...POOP.
And I start praying, "Oh God, please don't let her be pooping. She hates to have poop in her diaper and we've still got another 40 minutes to go. Please God, please!"
But there's no stopping a baby on a pooping mission. After about 3 rounds of Old Mac Donald and 6-7 Twinkle, Twinkle solos, she realized that mommy isn't going to get her out of the Midevil torture device known as her carseat and it started. Really, is there anything more stressful than a baby screaming in her carseat? The guilt, the anxiety, the frustration...it would put the sanest person over the edge. So I begin my conversation with her about learning to be patient as I mumble the "sh word" under my breath at some lady driving while talking on her cell phone (don't get me started on that topic) who won't let me change lanes. Yes, it did strike me as a tad-bit unlikely that she will learn to be patient, but perhaps God will have mercy on my soul and gift Cassie with this trait. My mom is so patient that it's annoying sometimes so perhaps it just skipped a generation and there is hope for Cassie floating around her gene pool somewhere. Lord knows I'm a lost cause!

Does blogging count for therapy??

Okay, this blog is dedicated to my sister Lindsay and my girlfriend Jenny who helped me cook this idea up in the first place. Jenny and I talked about doing this awhile ago (before she had her baby boy who is now 2 months old) as a way to keep each other sane while commuting to work, trying to figure out this whole mommy thing we got ourselves into, and generally, just trying to enjoy our heck-tick lives. You can see how quickly I move on great ideas these days!

So here is the deal...this blog is for moms with jobs outside the home who are trying to keep it together and need a place to vent about husbands, traffic, kids, work...you get my drift. After six+ months on the mommy job, I realize how much I miss dishing with my girlfriends and a good night sleep. I really don't have time for a therapist and besides that, my husband would probably call me three times during my session to see when I'm coming home because the baby is crying. So I'm left with blogging to stay lucid. I'm hoping to create a working mommy community here and hope if you have something to add that you'll share your thoughts, ideas, resources, and motherly wisdom! Oh yeah, and forward this on to other moms you think might enjoy it too.