Monday night pizza

It was a long day. A very long day, starting with the typical struggle to get the girls out of the house and then trying to remain somewhat calm for dance class while the two year old screeched and wiggled and looked longingly at the door to the class- she wanted in! She wants in every week. Every week I struggle with her. People with nannies are so lucky! If I had someone to watch her for that one hour a week, I think every muscle in my back would shed tears of joy…To have one hour a week where I could look through the window at my beautiful ballerina princess dancing…ok I’m whining.

After dance a few errands and Arianna and Gia decided to use riding in the carts at Target as an adrenaline pumping ride through the aisles…up, down, up, down, it’s really quite exhausting, and if another passer by tells my children to be careful…

I look at these people and they say to me, “Oh that makes me nervous” Um- ya think it doesn’t make me nervous? Do you think we are training for some sort of acrobat show on carts?

Actually, I am going to say that next time…when Arianna is up on her feet in the infant sitting section of the big red cart- When I get the wary eye from some old woman, I’ll say, “She’s getting pretty good isn’t she? Meet me here next week in the cereal aisle and watch her flip.”

And on and on went the day, Gia spit in my face...I handled it– Olivia Pope in the house….

I ordered a pizza, and mozzarella sticks…ok and opened the red, and it’s only Monday but it felt good- I needed this…seems like such a sacrilege to get pizza on a different day than on a Friday doesn’t it?

I wonder what wild and crazy thing I’ll do next…

Card catalog anyone?

It has come down to this very sad fact that I am a technology prisoner in my own home.  My husband bought me an IPad this past Christmas.  Upon opening up this gift Christmas Eve, I was ecstatic and pleased, pysched to surf the net, with a yearning to read or watch something other than My Little Pony and Bubble Guppies.  I felt a flutter of hope – hope that I might actually get maybe ten minutes during the day to mentally check out of kidsville and feel like a real person.

But alas, my little one did not agree with that idea. Take for example today.  We had such a fun play date with friends.  My mommy friend even baked me something- me – SOMEONE FINALLY MADE SOMETHING FOR ME! After a year of baking cookies, muffins, and cupcakes for everyone else, a friend made me something. It was such a nice surprise and I felt touched.

For those of you out there who want to do something nice for someone out of the blue, just take the time to make or bake something, it really feels great to the recipient. To my friends who are reading this- this has absolutely nothing to do with you, although a batch of cookies once in a while is really not that big of a deal, but um, really, don’t take offense. But, seriously, it’s really not that hard to follow a recipe and make something. I mean, how lazy can you be?

Sorry, off on a tangent there…like I was saying, the morning went well, the kids played, snacked, ate lunch.  After the friends left, we played with toys on the floor, we danced, and we read books.

The minutes were dragging, I was totally clock watching.  It’s Friday, the Happy Mommy Lets Play doll batteries were running low and all I wanted to do was sit on the couch, and download a ridiculously cheesy chick lit novel. Heck, I didn’t even want to read it, I just wanted five minutes to purchase it.

But, no, I can’t. Not even for a moment can I sit and do something on an electronic device. We have a kindle, an iPhone, and a computer, actually two computers but no matter which mesmerizing device I use the little one comes over and tries to use it.  No substitution will do, and if I try to put all electronics away, a major tantrum erupts …

Lately tantrums have resulted in the disappearance of little Arianna… behind the couch, behind curtains, in closets and her latest favorite- the dryer. Yes, the dryer, she gets in, closes the door and hides. Scary, isn’t it.

I actually prefer this to the all out, toddler on the floor, red faced and screaming her heart out scene we are all familiar with.  At least the disappearing act is quiet.

Standing in the middle of my living room, feeling trapped, frustrated and desperate for a mental break, an earth shattering idea came to me….the library…ahhh yes, remember that place we used to go to take out books and do research before the internet and eBooks. 

Suddenly the idea of the library seemed like the light at the end of the tunnel, so promising, so full of freedom.  

“Come on kids, get on your coats and shoes, we’re going to the library!” I enthusiastically said. 

“What? The library, but why?” asked Gia.

“To find some fun topics to learn about, what would you like to find out about Gia?” I asked.

“Unicorns and kittens!” Gia shouted.

She was so excited, I was so excited, and Arianna just gets excited at anything, except going to bed of course. It was going to be a great rest of the afternoon…

We approached the extremely bored looking librarian at the children’s desk and asked her if she could help us find books about kittens and unicorns.  That woman perked up like someone offered her free tickets to a Caribbean vacation.  Well, maybe not that excited but she was positively thrilled to find us some books. She hopped right up and got all of these books for us.

I’m thinking she doesn’t see our kind too often- you know, those that actually go to the library to learn- from actual books.  She brought back the stack of books and to be perfectly honest, my girls completely lost interest in the books once they spotted the computers.  They happily skipped over to the computers, clamored happily up on the chairs, and then stared with frowns, confused and perplexed- these computers had mice. Remember those?

They were frantically trying to touch the screen and play the games displayed and were quite disappointed when nothing was happening. 

“What is wrong with this computer MOM!” “This stinks.”

I guess the library isn’t that exciting after all.

But, I did end up getting a few books for myself, good old fashioned, library scented, with well-worn paper pages.  I checked them out, hugging them to myself, dreaming of a bubble bath,  my Mommy’s Sippy Cup filled to the brim (twice)  with a full bodied red, comfy pajamas, clean, fresh smelling sheets, all tucked in reading a book…sounds amazing doesn’t it?

I did mention that this was a dream, right?


My two year old is very difficult. She has been a crier and a screamer since day one.
She is the reason wine became a very good friend of mine (sorry mom!) My mom is now following my blog and isn’t a big fan of the statement “I need a glass of vino ASAP.”

My little bundle of joy hates getting dressed, getting her diaper changed, getting her hair washed, having her hair brushed, and most of all ….getting her hair cut.
The bloodcurdling screams and streaming tears down her face can make any hairdresser seriously reconsider her chosen occupation. So what is any level headed mom to do – do it herself!

Yes, today I simply could not take another day of looking at the ratty, knotty, It’s a Hard knock life looking hair so I decided to give it a little trim. Um, well the first snip, while she was running for cover, dictated that this was NOT going to be just a trim. Oh my goodness, I really took a lot off. Panic set in. She’s going to look like an utter freak! Everyone will be looking at my daughter as the one who has a psychotic mother … Scenes of Mommy Dearest running through my brain…..This has to be remedied.

I get out all the weapons – ice cream, lollipops, chocolate (my secret stash) anything to bribe this wild child to sit still so I can somewhat remedy this situation that could possible ruin her future in my town. What if the future coolest girl in fourth grade remembers this incident? People, I am totally kidding! I really don’t care about who’s who in the fourth grade!

I finally get little girl to sit still and try to get a somewhat even looking cut… OK, it’s not exactly terrible, but if she was older than two with this unfortunate looking bob, the girl would hate me forever.

As a side note to this story, she has completely enjoyed her afternoon. She put the music on, has been dancing her little heart out, flashing her dimples, and loving life. Gosh if we could all live this way, crappy haircut or not, just dancing and smiling and happy to have some pizza on a Friday night we would all be so much happier.