Jessica’s new infatuation is ELMO! I bought a DVD when she was teeny tiny thinking that maybe I could get a shower alone if she was distracted. That never worked … but then she found the DVD last week and I played it for. Who knows what’ll keep her attention these days.
ELMO does. She calls for ELMO when she wakes up, when she’s eating, when she’s playing. She’ll bring you to the basement door, where the only TV is in the house, and all for ELMO until you open the door and let her rush down to wait for the show to begin. She’s even singing his song, LA LA LA LA …
This morning while she’s eating breakfast and I’m reading my daily blogs to give me a sense of companionship for the day in motherhood - she starts chanting ELMO ELMO ELMO and then, just in case I didn’t HEAR her say it - she’s now whispering it to me … elmo elmo … like it’s sacred and I better listen to her - she needs ELMO!
posted on June 29, 2006| 9:23 AM EST
My brother, Jamie, and his beautiful wife, Erin, made me an Auntie again yesterday.
Jamie Scott Junior with big sister Tara Louise!!!
posted on June 28, 2006| 2:11 PM EST
Tonight I hosted a shower for my cousin Lindy at our house. This had to have been one of the funnest showers I’ve been to or a part of in a very long time. It was really small - just family, which I think made it more comfortable to sit and chat. We only played one game - the UNDERWEAR game and then opened gifts and ate and talked for 2 and half hours.
It was great. I had one of those moments tonight though. I was telling the story of my first training bra … you know how it goes. I was in third grade and because my genes are quite well endoud I needed a bra at the age of 8. I had marshmallowy hershey’s kisses poking out of my shirt. One day my mom gave me this white thing and told me I should start wearing it under me shirts. It was a special thing. Something I was allowed to do. Like a gift.
Only I was the only girl in my entire grade who was wearing a bra and actually needed one at 8. The story went on to describe how my life ended one morning when the boy I wanted to marry accidentally saw my bra because of the shirt I was wearing and a hug went array with a little girl friend. I mean, I wanted TO DIE. To this day I remember thinking how embarrassing it was to have my future husband see THOSE THINGS.
His name was Chris and I was hopelessly devoted. Too bad he never had a clue.
I kept telling the story because everyone kept laughing, but for the life of me I didn’t get what was so hilarious about this story. Sure, it’s embarrassing and can’t you imagine being 8 and completely mortified … but people’s faces were turning different shades of red from laughing. I just didn’t get it. Nothing was too special about the story or about how I was telling it.
Later my mom said to - Jodi, you are so funny some times. I don’t get it. I mean thank you! I like making people laugh - but it’s completely on accident that comedy would ever actually trip out of my mouth.
posted on June 22, 2006| 9:47 PM EST
As it would happen, I decide to take a break from thinking about what to write on this site and then all of a sudden I can’t stop thinking about things I should write about.
Like how we’re going to Chicago for the weekend, and HOLY SHIT I can’t wait for this break. Being a mom isn’t hard. It’s boring. You do the same thing Every Single Day. Wake up, feed it, bathe it, clothe it, feed it some more, play with it, take it for a walk, go outside, run some errands or clean the house, give it a nap, clean some more, play on the internet, feed it, bathe it again, play some more, feed it again and put it to sleep - then your day starts - you can do anything … which means you watch TV with your husband or sit on the couch and read while he works on the internet. Or you surf potterybarn.com and ebay for things to spend the money on. It’s very easy to spend money being a stay at home mom - some people are bored eaters … I think I would fall into the category of bored spender. There’s nothing else to do - LET’S SHOP!
I’ve gotta tell you - I don’t want to trade these days I have with Jessica for anything. I would rather rip my tow nails off in slow motion than to send her to day care. But I’m about as stimulated as a dieing slug on the side of a garden right now. I bought an algebra work book awhile ago because I love math and wanted to keep my mind sharp. I also wanted something other than mom-duties to do all day. I haven’t gone through the whole book, I took a break … but I’m about to pull it out again. Only this time I don’t just need the book - I need the class. I need something to look forward to every day other than bathing and clothing a tiny energy ball.
I’m not even interesting enough to watch soap-operas. They’re boring too.
Aaron and I have been talking more and more about this because I’m becoming more and more frustrated with myself. Some times I feel like a wasted person just sitting at home. I know I’m doing a great job and I do love being a mom. But I’m still Jodi and I feel like I’m drowning in my mom apron and wife apron that Jodi is becoming more of a memory than a person in this house and it’s driving me insane.
I do think that in 12 years when we have another baby it’ll be better, I’ll have more to do - more to think about. By then I might have figured this all out anyway. How to be a person but still a mom - and even trickier - how to be both at the same time and be fulfilled.
Why doesn’t anyone else talk about this? BEING A MOM IS FRIGGEN BORING PEOPLE. I’ve been doing the same, SAME, thing every day for over a year and half. Even at dead end jobs you at least get to talk to someone. Or you might notice the grass growing outside. Yes we have a pocket full of stories to tell to anyone who will listen at the sound of our childs name. Yes, we get to hear the funny words and see the funny faces. Yes, we get to watch them grow spiritually, emotionally and creatively … we get to do amazing things as moms. But most of the time, it’s just humdrum this and that - boring.
This entire rant could be the outcome of being alone all day - this boredom strikes at it’s worst when Aaron is out of town. Because not only do I have to do the same thing every day, I have to do it alone - with no break, with no cut off time of being alone, with no help. My 12 hour days go from being cut into 4 hour portions to being one long 12 hour day of watching ants take crumbs from my floor to their little huts on the drive way. All. day. long.
Continue commencing break from site.
posted on June 21, 2006| 6:27 PM EST
This site has been pretty boring lately, I know. But the sun is shining and there are far more things I’d rather be doing than writing a narrative of my life online right now.
So - I’m taking a break.
Until then.
posted on June 20, 2006| 1:30 PM EST
