crazymomwithkids

Jan 7

The Swim

A few months ago, I joined a swim club in Los Angeles after a friend raved about how great she felt physically and mentally after each session. Her toned arms convinced me that swimming might a good way for me to get fit. I’ve always loved to swim, so I decided to take the plunge.

On my first day, I came prepared: new goggles, new swim cap, new bathing suit. I arrived early for the 5:30 a.m. class to introduce myself to the coach.

“Can you swim?” she asked as she shook my hand.

“Yes” I replied, thinking back to my old swimming days (see image below for reference).

Nov 13

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The Mask

It was that time of year again. Between the Halloween parties and events at my kids’ schools, I needed a costume for myself. Ughh… I had been thinking maybe this year I should just buy a mask, especially since I had been comfortably wearing one for weeks. The funny part is I did not even realize it until it slipped off when I was at the gym a week before.

Aug 21

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Passing Time

My father always told me that time passes quickly as you get older. But mid-August. Really? The last two months have been a blur of washing chlorine-soaked wet towels and sweeping up gritty sand trekked in from park and beach outings. But I am not complaining. There was a period this season when time could not move fast enough.

May 29

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Sleepless nights, Mojo Jojo & the Powerpuff Girls

3:oo a.m. Shrieking screams followed by the sounds of charging feet awaken my husband and I out of slumber. Our bedroom door burst open and the light of the hallway reveals the silhouette of our 4-year-old daughter, our little Chickenhawk. In a panic she calls out “Momma” then races across the room and leaps into our bed.

Apr 26

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Vagina Monologues & Naked Downward Dog

It was one of those average weekday nights. We’d just finished dinner. The dishes needed to be washed and lunches packed for the next day. I glanced at the relentless clock and knew it’s was time to get my youngest daughter (Chickenhawk) and oldest girl (Ms. Prissy) ready for bed.

“Girls, it’s time for your shower!” I yelled as I ran into the bathroom and turned on the water.

“Get in first,” I shouted to my oldest. “AND USE SOAP!” Read more