It may have to do with the fact that I'm moving in t-minus 6 days. I've packed nothing, NOTHING, my garage is so full and disorganized thanks to our garage sale that I literally can't even walk out the door. I just open it and throw whatever it is I'm trying to get out of the house as far away from the door as possible. I feel like a real winner. The kids are out of school in two days which means I'll be in charge of them 100% of the time for the next three months. Which is a lot of time. But I'm just so happy that I don't have to wake up at what feels like the crack of dawn to make more peanut butter sandwiches and wrap them in plastic wrap because we are out of baggies, AGAIN. No more looking for folders, chasing kids down on their way to the bus because they forgot their permission slip, no more school. I'm pretty happy about it to be honest.
But moving, you guys, it's a lot of work. And it's so overwhelming. So overwhelming that I'm not even starting. I'm just in that I-know-the-panic-will-hit soon and I'll be borderline insane but right now I just can't even go there. I'm just sitting back waiting for the storm to hit. So then, it makes sense that the next best thing to do (with all my free time) is have a birthday party for my 6, going to be 7 year old. I have nothing packed, my garage is bursting with crap I need to donate, my office is so disorganized it's embarrassing, so why don't I throw a party? That's what #momguilt will do for you.
Because about 12 months ago I promised to do a party, even bought all the stuff, and then I failed. I gave up. I wasn't even moving. I just got too tired and it was the end-of-the-school-year typical overwhelm and I put all the stuff for the party away telling her, we will do the best party ever NEXT year. Not realizing that next year, in addition to end of school craziness, I'll also take a trip to Pennsylvania, drive to Logan four days a week, spend so much time and energy trying to find a place to live, and be moving in 6 short days.
So the timing is dreadful but--I promised. I will not go back on your promise because #momguilt is the worst. So birthday party, here we come! PRAY FOR ME.
My advice to you, when you're on the brink of a breakdown, throw a party. ;)
Wednesday, May 24, 2017
Everyone Survived!
Hey everybody,
Guess what? I survived and so did my kids. It was awesome, fun, and invigorating to have some time to myself (and I never even cried and everyone survived) and now I'm pumped and ready to schedule some more time to travel. I can totally see how once you get out of your house and see how a tiny glimpse of another life, you want to see more. It's addicting, and I want to share that with my family. I want THEM to go and see different parts of the country and eventually, other countries too.
I went to Pennsylvania to visit my Brother, Sister-in-law, and their three kids. They had just moved into a beautiful, charming home in a gorgeous rolling hills neighborhood. They had already done a ton of work updating the house with new counter tops, flooring, paint so I got to do the fun part, decorating. It was so much fun. I also got to go to a pretzel factory, some fun, unique restaurants, Chocolate World and to Lancaster, the Amish town and go on a buggy ride and find out more about the Amish beliefs. But the best part was getting to know and bond with my brother and his family more. I will never forget this trip and all the memories and stories we shared. And that is what I think is the most important thing in life; enjoying and making time for family.
I posted several photos from my trip on my instagram @kelliemcclure One of the cutest things was my 12 year old got dressed up in his suit and tie to greet me at the airport with a cardboard sign with my name on it that he had made. It was so unbelievably adorable. It was one of my greatest moments; being back home and seeing my beautiful children waiting for me. I'm one luck mama.
Guess what? I survived and so did my kids. It was awesome, fun, and invigorating to have some time to myself (and I never even cried and everyone survived) and now I'm pumped and ready to schedule some more time to travel. I can totally see how once you get out of your house and see how a tiny glimpse of another life, you want to see more. It's addicting, and I want to share that with my family. I want THEM to go and see different parts of the country and eventually, other countries too.
I went to Pennsylvania to visit my Brother, Sister-in-law, and their three kids. They had just moved into a beautiful, charming home in a gorgeous rolling hills neighborhood. They had already done a ton of work updating the house with new counter tops, flooring, paint so I got to do the fun part, decorating. It was so much fun. I also got to go to a pretzel factory, some fun, unique restaurants, Chocolate World and to Lancaster, the Amish town and go on a buggy ride and find out more about the Amish beliefs. But the best part was getting to know and bond with my brother and his family more. I will never forget this trip and all the memories and stories we shared. And that is what I think is the most important thing in life; enjoying and making time for family.
I posted several photos from my trip on my instagram @kelliemcclure One of the cutest things was my 12 year old got dressed up in his suit and tie to greet me at the airport with a cardboard sign with my name on it that he had made. It was so unbelievably adorable. It was one of my greatest moments; being back home and seeing my beautiful children waiting for me. I'm one luck mama.
Monday, May 8, 2017
A Short FICTIONAL Story for You...
All characters and events are fiction. Any thing that resembles a real life person is pure coincidence.
Once upon a time there was a mom of five who recklessly booked a trip to Pennsylvania to see her brother and sister-in-law. She was very excited and looking forward to the trip in so many ways but she was also freaking out inside because well, the term attachment parenting, that word was made-up to describe her parenting style. She's the lady who carries her infant bouncer into the bathroom so she can watch them breath while she brushes her teeth. She writes down every oz of medicine, the exact time 7:13 and 3 seconds, and will not give the medicine one second before it is due. She carries cups of water into her kids in bed to make sure they have plenty of fluids in their little bodies. She locks the doors every night and then wakes up at least once a night to check the doors to make sure they are still locked. She also walks into every room and checks on her precious sleeping babes, pulling up blankets etc. She is the epitome of an attached parent.
If she hears any sound that resembles a cry for help she will "shush" the entire house, rush about inside and out to help the poor child in need which usually turns out to be a screaming-for-joy child on the trampoline.
As the trip has neared she has been stressing, and breathing, and "calenderizing", and carpool setting upping, and packing, and note taking, and breathing some more, and pep-talking herself, and asking her husband questions like, "on a scale of 1-10 how worried are you about covering everything while I'm gone?" His calm response, "I know this is going to annoy you but a 0, I'm not at all worried, everything is going to be great." "UGH. you're so unrealistically optimistic and yes, it is annoying that I have to do all the worrying."
Now that her flight is hours away she is in panic mode. Thinking of frightening scenarios that she is going to be needed to save the day for. She is racked with worry and wondering if maybe she should cancel the flight and just eat the loss. She thinks of all her instagram friends who seem to constantly be on exotic vacations sans kiddos and seem to be having the time of their lives and wonders, "Who is taking care of their kids folder signing and breakfast getting? Who is driving them to dance/baseball/soccer/cheer? How are they so care free? Posting captions like, 'Never coming home' " Her picture is going to be a red and swollen eyed lady at the airline ticket counter saying, "It's not too late fam, should I just come back home? "
It's funny because her kids know her so well. They are making her promise not to text constantly to check in on them. They are setting phone reminders to check the locked doors, and give the baby plenty of drinks, (dehydration is a serious threat) And they are promising to help curl hair, and keep everyone alive while she's gone.
She in turn promises to TRY to relax (is it really relaxing if you have to try?) and actually get on the airplane.
Once upon a time there was a mom of five who recklessly booked a trip to Pennsylvania to see her brother and sister-in-law. She was very excited and looking forward to the trip in so many ways but she was also freaking out inside because well, the term attachment parenting, that word was made-up to describe her parenting style. She's the lady who carries her infant bouncer into the bathroom so she can watch them breath while she brushes her teeth. She writes down every oz of medicine, the exact time 7:13 and 3 seconds, and will not give the medicine one second before it is due. She carries cups of water into her kids in bed to make sure they have plenty of fluids in their little bodies. She locks the doors every night and then wakes up at least once a night to check the doors to make sure they are still locked. She also walks into every room and checks on her precious sleeping babes, pulling up blankets etc. She is the epitome of an attached parent.
If she hears any sound that resembles a cry for help she will "shush" the entire house, rush about inside and out to help the poor child in need which usually turns out to be a screaming-for-joy child on the trampoline.
As the trip has neared she has been stressing, and breathing, and "calenderizing", and carpool setting upping, and packing, and note taking, and breathing some more, and pep-talking herself, and asking her husband questions like, "on a scale of 1-10 how worried are you about covering everything while I'm gone?" His calm response, "I know this is going to annoy you but a 0, I'm not at all worried, everything is going to be great." "UGH. you're so unrealistically optimistic and yes, it is annoying that I have to do all the worrying."
Now that her flight is hours away she is in panic mode. Thinking of frightening scenarios that she is going to be needed to save the day for. She is racked with worry and wondering if maybe she should cancel the flight and just eat the loss. She thinks of all her instagram friends who seem to constantly be on exotic vacations sans kiddos and seem to be having the time of their lives and wonders, "Who is taking care of their kids folder signing and breakfast getting? Who is driving them to dance/baseball/soccer/cheer? How are they so care free? Posting captions like, 'Never coming home' " Her picture is going to be a red and swollen eyed lady at the airline ticket counter saying, "It's not too late fam, should I just come back home? "
It's funny because her kids know her so well. They are making her promise not to text constantly to check in on them. They are setting phone reminders to check the locked doors, and give the baby plenty of drinks, (dehydration is a serious threat) And they are promising to help curl hair, and keep everyone alive while she's gone.
She in turn promises to TRY to relax (is it really relaxing if you have to try?) and actually get on the airplane.
Tuesday, May 2, 2017
Kell's Spring Favorites
Movie: LION
Snow Cone Machine
We bought this two years ago for my son's birthday and let me just say it probably saved Crew's life. Ok, that could be a slight exaggeration but in truth it is the only thing I can get Crew to drink when he is sick. It helps keep him hydrated. I also mixed Crew's medicine into a tiny little snow cone because I found it is THE only way to get him to take his medicine.
Another thing I love about it is I don't have to get the kids a snow cone every time we drive by one of those super expensive snow cone shacks. And anytime they come in and ask "Can we go get snow cones?" I cheerfully yell "YES!" and whip this baby out. #MomOfTheYear I keep snow cone flavors on hand year round because I'm awesome like that and they are super cheap/basically have an eternal shelf life. Get yourself one of these. It is well worth it.
Also, on a selfish level, if you LOVE pebble ice in your beverage. Now you have your own mini ice making machine. Think Dr. Pepper, with tons of tiny ice chunks, a dribble of heavy cream and a spritz of lime. I'm speaking your language now aren't I?
Podcast
http://tim.blog/podcast/
THE best podcast I listen to. I will warn you, he isn't a Mormon, and he does swear, and so do his guests. So if that's a deal breaker for you...don't listen. Honestly though, he has the most interesting guests, asks them powerful and life changing questions, is quite entertaining and very well spoken. No annoying over use of words such as "like" "uh" etc. He's good at what he does and I frequently am finding myself jotting down notes as quickly as possible. So many good nuggets of wisdom in this podcast. I always get so many ideas of helping to make my life more enjoyable and purposeful from listening to Tim Ferriss.
Hanging On By a Thread
It's that time of year Mums. The school days are coming to an end and I'm feeling it. The importance of reading has dwindled, signing school papers is exhausting, finding backpacks is sapping all my energy, I'm too sick and tired of making home lunch so I sent a ginormous check to cover school lunch for the rest of the school year all of 4 days because I need a reprieve.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not excited about being 100% in charge of entertainment for the next 3 months, driving them to swim lessons, setting up play dates, packing for 3 hours so we can go to the pool for 1 hour, you know...all the summer stuff. I'm just ready to be done with all the school stuff. I'm over it. I know the kids are too because when I wake them up for school I'm met with tears, and fake coughs, and some legitimate excuses.
To be honest, I think the teachers are feeling it too...they are sending hostile notes about IF YOU DON'T RETURN IT BY.....THEN YOU WILL BE PUT IN PRISON. And they are starting to watch more movies. I absolutely hate when this happens. It makes me all TEAM HOMESCHOOL when my kids come home and say, "Today we watched An American Tale, and then went to recess, and then cleaned our desks, and then went to lunch and then recess again, and then we did a color by number worksheet and then came home". UGH! So boring. So pointless. Go ahead and stay home if that's what you're going to do. But then if they aren't watching movies all day and they are awesome teachers who are making them do book reports, and other "Mom, I need help!" projects, I'm thinking, "Come on Teach, I'm exhausted here, I can no longer do school stuff. Please just turn on An American Tale and call it a day." Apparently I can't be pleased.
Are you feeling the drag too?
Don't worry, I'm already buying absurdly thick next grade curriculum books to keep my children's minds bright through the summer months because I have nothing but good intentions of being the best summer mom EVER!
If you don't remember my last summer time Mom survival guide you should read it here!
If you want to read a hysterical essay you should read Jen Hatmaker's Worst End Of School Year Mom Ever. It is amazing!
Don't get me wrong, I'm not excited about being 100% in charge of entertainment for the next 3 months, driving them to swim lessons, setting up play dates, packing for 3 hours so we can go to the pool for 1 hour, you know...all the summer stuff. I'm just ready to be done with all the school stuff. I'm over it. I know the kids are too because when I wake them up for school I'm met with tears, and fake coughs, and some legitimate excuses.
To be honest, I think the teachers are feeling it too...they are sending hostile notes about IF YOU DON'T RETURN IT BY.....THEN YOU WILL BE PUT IN PRISON. And they are starting to watch more movies. I absolutely hate when this happens. It makes me all TEAM HOMESCHOOL when my kids come home and say, "Today we watched An American Tale, and then went to recess, and then cleaned our desks, and then went to lunch and then recess again, and then we did a color by number worksheet and then came home". UGH! So boring. So pointless. Go ahead and stay home if that's what you're going to do. But then if they aren't watching movies all day and they are awesome teachers who are making them do book reports, and other "Mom, I need help!" projects, I'm thinking, "Come on Teach, I'm exhausted here, I can no longer do school stuff. Please just turn on An American Tale and call it a day." Apparently I can't be pleased.
Are you feeling the drag too?
Don't worry, I'm already buying absurdly thick next grade curriculum books to keep my children's minds bright through the summer months because I have nothing but good intentions of being the best summer mom EVER!
If you don't remember my last summer time Mom survival guide you should read it here!
If you want to read a hysterical essay you should read Jen Hatmaker's Worst End Of School Year Mom Ever. It is amazing!
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