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?

What the flute

I am exhausted, and not just the I’ve had a long day kind of tired but a feeling that part of my brain, the part that is supposed to have parental know how is completely stretched out.

I have listened to a four year old cry, plead, throw herself on the floor, and run out into the street  – all for a dollar plastic harmonica…

Today is Tuesday and as I stated before, we planned on doing something thoughtful for Too Kind Tuesdays.  Since we had leftover marshmallows from yesterday’s craft, we made purple, heart shaped rice krispie treats.  We were giving them to Gia’s best friend, who we were meeting with, along with her mom and baby sister at Dunkin Donuts.

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Creatively decorating a Lorna doone cookie box

Gia wrote her a little note and then we used a cookie box, covered it in tin foil and decorated it with stickers.

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Love note
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Looks like Valentine’s Day came early

Gia’s friend got her special box and we were going to have a nice afternoon.

Coffee in hand, donuts on the table, we were happy as could be…that is…for five minutes until four sugar crazed girls were running amok, giggling and playing, actually more like screaming- they all have Italian in their blood- they’re loud!  

We grabbed our coffees and skedaddled out to the dollar store.  Another brilliant idea – taking little children into stores with tons of little, plastic toys – recipe for disaster.

Take a look around at Moms’ faces in stores- they are typically reprimanding their children, explaining to them why they can’t have something, or just tense and waiting – holding their breath and praying they can get out without a temper tantrum.

“I want three toys,” demanded Gia.

No, I said, “You only get one toy.”

“I make the rules and I get three,”said Gia.

“I’m sorry Gia but I said you get one toy for ten stickers from your teeth brushing chart,” I said.

“You’re the meanest mom ever,” Gia pouted, and then said, “I make the rules and I get three toys.”

“Gia, you won’t get any toys if you continue on this way,” I said, feeling slightly frustrated.

“Ok I want this flute and the princess castle,” she came up with.

“I said one toy!” My blood was beginning to boil as we went back and forth about this.

“Ok I’ll take the flute,” she finally consented.

“Thank goodness,” I thought to myself because I was about to lose it!

We make it to the register, pay for the flute, and I open the package for her.  She plays with it for no less than a minute says, “I don’t want the flute anymore. I don’t like it. I really wanted the harmonica.”

I feel myself go white and have a sinking feeling as I realize the worst is yet to come.

I take a deep breath and calmly say, “I’m sorry you don’t like the flute but you chose it, maybe next time we can get the harmonica.”

Tears, rage, and defiance fill this adorable little face of hers.  A sweet puppy transformed into a ferocious bull dog.

“I don’t want this anymore, I don’t like this flute. I want the harmonica!!! Please, please, please,” she is literally throwing herself at me now.

We manage to get outside and the fit of rage continues on the sidewalk.  She is pressed up against the store front, bright red, and crying. ( I am seeing activist in her future with her arms spread wide in front of a National Park trying to end destruction of trees…)

This goes on quite a while as visions of big glasses of delicious wine dance in my head, as well as a bubbly, hot pizza so I don’t have to make dinner, and Grandma taking them away for a sleepover…

Ok- focus Jill- “What should I do? Should I just go in and buy the damn harmonica or do I be the tough mommy, sticking to my guns…This could be over in seconds if I simply buy that little piece of plastic that costs one dollar and will most likely break anyway – but I can’t, no I can’t, “ I am in charge, I am the boss,” I say to myself like some desperate dodo practicing what they repeatedly listened to from a self-help audio book.

I choose not to buy the harmonica.  I pick that writhing, mad little bundle up, and force her into the car, strap her and her sister in, start the car, and do my best to ignore the screams and pleadings to “Please, please, please can we go back and get the harmonica!”

The rest of the evening wasn’t the most relaxing ever but G finally managed to move past this tragedy in her life.  And you know how, (don’t know why I didn’t think of this before- I told her that Daddy played the flute when he was little and I’m sure he would be so excited to hear her play).

And that is the conclusion of this Too Kind Tuesday… now I am going to be kind to myself and put my feet up, read, and relax…

“Moooomy, Moooomy, Mommy- help- Ari pooped in the bath and it is so so disgusting.”     Well, maybe not.