Thursday, August 9, 2012

Be the Jalapeno

I feel like I've read the same blog post so many times this summer. 

Different blogs, different words, same theme.  
Moms telling other moms to slow down, don't miss a moment of your kids' lives.

They urge moms to relax, let their kids and homes get messy while we all sit back and bask in the glory of childhood.

I find it all tiresome.

One particularly memorable one even stated that she felt sorry for a kid at the playground.  Apparently, this blogger saw a mom talking on her phone while her kid played.  The writer claimed that the child was "looking longingly" from the monkey bars hoping that his mother would play.

Are you kidding me?  We're judging moms who take their kids to playgrounds and let them play while the mom takes a phone call?  It's not like she locked the kid in a closet or (gasp!) parked him in front of the TV while she was on the phone.  The kid was at a playground.

Don't get me wrong, I love my kids and I love spending time with them.  But, I don't feel obligated to spend every waking minute staring at them just in case we're about to have a memorable moment.

One blogger urged readers to "not miss a smile" this summer.  I'm fairly certain my kids have smiled when I wasn't looking at them.  I sincerely hope they smile when I'm not around.

Aren't we setting the bar a little high when we say, "Don't miss a moment"?

I guess I'm sick of reading posts where people wax poetic about "stopping to smell the roses". 
(Insert slightly blurry picture of beautiful children here)

You see, I'm not growing roses in my garden.

I'm growing jalapenos.

When I was in college, a few of my friends and I would call each other Jose Jalapeno.  
Ask a friend, "Do I look ok?" and she would respond, "You're a jalapeno."  Hot, get it?

I'd rather be a jalapeno sort of mom.  Just the right balance of sweet & spicy works for me.



Ask my kids to describe their mother.  They'll say nice things at first, but keep them talking long enough and the word 'crazy' will pop into the conversation.

I don't mind.  I like to keep them guessing.

I like to go for a walk & end up running.

I'm the sort of mom that takes you to Sam's Club, lets you eat samples & call it lunch.

I'm the sort of mom who lets you go swimming in the dark... even though you just had a shower.

When Katie & Mandy skin their knees they get a kiss, a hug & a Miss Piggy band-aid. (because she is one tough chick)  Then they get a high-five for wearing proof that they are having an adventure!

Today marked the fifth day without swim team and my girls were low on chlorine in their pores. I had a million errands to run, but we stopped at the gym and got in the pool for half an hour anyway.

Once they were chlorinated, they were much happier and more cooperative on our journeys.

We don't have time to stop & smell the roses.  We are jalapenos.

We had to go see my friend & chiropractor, Dr. Ellen. 
(She commented- with genuine surprise- that my pelvis was in line and moving well.  
This is not normal for me.  Don't worry Ellen, I'll wreck myself again soon)

And in her parking lot was a big bus.  They looked like they were handing out samples of something, so we headed right over there.  We sweet-talked the guy into letting us check out the inside of the bus which was way cool.

Then he gave us something called Spark.  I had never had it before.  It sort of tasted like Tang.  (Do you guys remember Tang?)

It was supposed to give me energy or something.  I don't know- I do know that once it got warm it tasted pretty syrup-y so I didn't finish it.

Jalapenos are not afraid to get side-tracked. 
 I set out to go grocery shopping- we had a little fun along the way.

Did we get groceries eventually? Of course.  Then we came home & ate the fudge pops before they made it to the freezer.

Smelling roses is boring.  Be a Jalapeno.












Crazy Life - Catching Up

Hi everyone!  How have you been? Have you been crazy busy like my family? Wishing you just had a moment to breathe?  Or is that j...