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Archive for May, 2009

It’s my first day back from my short-but-exciting trip to Boston where my best friend Lisa graduated.  Oh, excuse me, that’s Dr. Lisa to us mere mortals.  Anyway, my point is, I’ve been traveling and having fun and even though it’s only a 3-hour difference, I am pooped out. 

At work, I have to play catch-up, so at 10:30 am when my phone rings and I notice it’s from Big Mochi’s school, I immediately groan.  Usually this means she threw up or something and I have to pick her up.  Not today.  I am told she didn’t order a hot lunch and doesn’t have a cold lunch with her.  I almost yell back, “Yes, she does!  I know she had it in the car with her!”  Maybe it’s still in the car?  Baby Mochi was crying so I might not have been as reliable as I would’ve been on any other morning.  Ugh, so much for my lunch plans.  I tell the school I will deliver her lunch before 11:00.  When I get to my parking garage, her lunch is not in the back seat.  I call the school back and speak to Big Mochi:

• Me: What happened to your Lunchables?
• Mochi: I ate it for breakfast.
• Me: But Sweetie, what was that giant plate of noodles you had this morning before we left the house?
• Mochi: Leftovers!

Sometimes it feels like I’m feeding the tapeworms that must live in her tummy.  Oh well… at least we had a fun lunch at McDonald’s together!  Except that now the school thinks we must have so many issues.  First we’re getting divorced and G’s moving out, now we don’t feed our kids – cuz no doubt she told her teacher she didn’t eat breakfast, but failed to clarify that she DID eat.

This mama bird decides to build a nest in the corner of our patio.  Then it lays eggs and they hatch.  Baby Mochi says hi to them almost every morning.  The birds just stare, unblinking, silent.  How rude.

I gotta say, being a mom is pretty darn great.  Along with those wonderful tantrums, the frequent anxiety attacks caused by babies diving off furniture, or foreign objects being steered into tiny mouths (or noses), there are spontaneous grins, joyful contagious giggles and those peaceful angelic faces as they snooze quietly after a long loud day. 

Without even trying, motherhood teaches you that life flies by.  Each time you blink, your little ones are bigger, faster, and exposing you to new challenges you never imagined would turn up in your life.  Who ever thought throwing away something would be reason to celebrate?  Or timing it just right so that the pink blur whizzing by can be scooped up and have your underwear removed from its grasp before exposing her findings to company.  Or over-excitedly pointing out a jar of pickles on the right so that those sharp eyes don’t notice the other kid with the cotton candy passing by on the left.  And once they learn to talk, making sure you distract them before they ask a little too loudly why that guy has makeup on and then having to explain that it’s really a lady.  It’s all really worth it, I promise.  Gray hair can be covered with dye, after all.

Nuff said.