It’s Friday night, and the mood is right.  Gonna have some fun, show you how it’s done, TGIF.

Actually, it’s Friday night and the mood is grim.  It’s been a long day and an even longer week and I’m trying to get myself off the couch and out the door to a game night with friends.  This shouldn’t be that much of a challenge — one of my favorite girlfriends is coming to pick me up, we’re going all of 5 minutes away, and I get to bring Apples to Apples.  But ever since I became a mom, and especially since I became the mom of many, it has been practically impossible for me to keep up anything resembling a social life.  It’s not that I don’t have super awesome amazing hilarious ridiculously great friends, or that they don’t do super great fantastic things… I think it’s just that I’m so damn tired.

What about you?  Are you better at striking a parent/person balance than I am?  Tell me about it in the poll below:

-Meryl at the Goose

P.S.  Don’t feel bad if you chose the third answer — that just means you get to spend your evenings reading this blog, and really, what could be more fun that that?

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So, someone (a kid-sized someone, not a grown-up … that would be a different post) bit Corrina at school yesterday.  Someone bit Corrina at school yesterday THREE TIMES.  I know this, because she has three distinct bite marks on her arm, and because the teacher kindly counted them for me as I signed the incident report.  I also found out that Rina was out of sight when it happened, that she cried, and that this was atypical behavior for the biting aggressor, who admitted her actions and was held accountable. 

I’m a little turned around here, because normally, I’m the mom of the biter.  My kids are hardcore.  They’re intense.  They take people out.  I’m completely used to phone calls and notes reporting the most recent thing one of my kids has done wrong, and I’ve grown quite graceful at handling those situations.  Being the mom of the victim, however, is a totally new experience.   

So, help.  Tell me how I feel. 

 

On a related note,  there is a pertinent Yo Gabba Gabba song for this post.  You may view the video below, and if you need more explanation regarding all things Gabba, I promise to provide such an explanation some day in the near future.  For now, check it out:

-Meryl at the Goose

This morning, the three-year-old in our house had absolutely no interest in getting out of his pajamas.  Ready to go out and ride his bike, he approached me, proffering his “Max shoes” (black Converse All Stars that he wore for Halloween when dressed as Max from Where the Wild Things Are) and said, “I go outside now? I be careful in my ‘jamas.” 

Oddly, my first instinct was to say no — that he had to get dressed before going outside.  This is totally inopposite to my general philosophy of clothing children, which is usually that absolutely anything goes, as long as it’s weather-appropriate and doesn’t restrict mobility.  (No matter how cute the outfit, it does not fly if it interferes with going to the bathroom or crossing the street in a timely fashion.) 

I mean, I myself am not exactly the most conventional dresser.  Like many people, I wore pajamas throughout college, and actually considered myself dressed for the day if I donned a vintage nightgown, hoodie, pearls and boots.  I’ve been dressing Corrina in tutus since she was four weeks old, and I’m constantly amassing kids’ costumes and making them available for daily wear.

All of this came flashing to me as I reflected on the idea of the kid offering to be “careful” in his pajamas.  I don’t need him to be careful in his pajamas… pajamas are the epitome of coziness, and should be worn carefree.  Why wouldn’t you want to be cozy and carefree all day long, especially on a Sunday?  So, outside he went, in penguin pajamas and Max shoes, soonafter topped off with the purple teddybear bike helmet we got as a hand-me-down that he adores.  Awesome outfit completed.  

It seems there’s a pretty wide spectrum out there when it comes to dressing our children.  Some of my favorite dresses at the Goose get snatched up by mamas of kids who are biological identified as boys but who appreciate, for a variety of reasons, the perfection of a beautiful dress.  Recently, I found myself sheepishly explaining to a grandma customer that the tutu skirt I’d paired with a tank-top to hang near the register was, in our house at least, not actually a petticoat intended as an undergarment, but a stand-alone bottom piece.  When it comes down to it,  “To each his own, said the farmer as he kissed his cow.”  (My mom says that.  I don’t know where it comes from, but I think it’s a more colorful way of saying, “Whatevs.  People are different. Leave it be.”)

Where do you draw the line when it comes to your kids’ outfits?  Let’s start with my pajamas-outside question:

Now, for the larger issues.  Is it a wardrobe free-for-all in your house, or are there rules?  Does it make a difference whether you’re about to venture out in public or not?  Are certain items of clothing off-limits except for special occasions?  Tell me in the comments! 

-Meryl at the Goose

Corrina, in a Mama Goose snowsuit, slides down a ramp made from the boxspring mattress that has been in our backyard for the past year and a half.

As you may recall, I’m not winter’s biggest fan.  Right now, while the rest of my family is outside frolicking in our snow-covered backyard making noises that indicate merriment and joy, I’m hiding inside, sulking, wondering if there’s anything I can do to speed up global warming.  (That’s a joke.  I don’t mean it.  I completely appreciate the total catastrophe that is the issue of climate change and was merely making light of it for the entertainment value.  Please don’t picket my house.) 

I wasn’t always anti-Snow Day.  The young, single version of me was all about any excuse to take a break from regular life.  In fact, in college, I would happily try to force the cancellation of classes using the orange-in-the-freezer/pajamas-on-inside-out rituals that my friend Sarah, a native upstate New Yorker, swears by.  (We don’t do crazy things like that in the NYC metro area… we just harass our local school district officials until they give in to our whims.  Sorry, Superintendent Carol Harrington from my childhood.  That must have sucked for you.)

But, the tables have turned since I entered motherhood.  When my husband pokes me early in the morning to tell me the news, having groggily checked the school closings using the cell phone that is permanently implanted in his palm, I groan.  I love my children, but I love them even more when they’ve been at school for several hours.  Spending the day completely rearranging our already complicated schedules to accomodate activity cancellations, dangerous road conditions, and stir-crazy children, drives me batty.  By the end of the day, the only thing I can do is put the kids to sleep and then get in bed myself, fervently hoping that the next morning, all of the snow will be gone and we can get back to our regularly scheduled living.

What about you?  When it comes to Snow Days, are you for or against?  Vote in our very first Blogling poll below, and tell us your thoughts in the comments!

-Meryl at the Goose