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Tales from the Imperfect Playground

Throughout her stories of misplaced toys, temper tantrums, and experiences as a physical education teacher, Christine offers observations that will ring true with all mothers. In short, this book offers a virtual high five to women for the gazillion things they manage to miraculously get done.


A real confidence boost

The other day I had an appointment for my six month dental cleaning.  I had to arrange for my neighbor to watch my children while I went to have my pearly whites all shined up.  Truth be told, going to the dentist is one of my least favorite things to do.  Yet, realizing the importance of good oral care, I force myself to overcome my apprehensions and get my buns in that chair.  After I mentally prepared myself to go, I dropped my three kids at the neighbors front step and made my way to the office.  Oddly enough, I actually enjoyed the time spent resting in that reclined position and welcomed the chance to let that hygienist work her magic.  While she poked and prodded, I focused my eyes on the ceiling.  Some clever employee taped a map of the United States right above the chair so that patients being mildly tortured can visualize just how darn big Texas really is.

Anyway, after the check-up was completed, I jumped back in the car and went directly to the neighbors house to corral my kids.  Upon arrival, I was greeted by my four year old.  She outstretched her arms and said, "Mommy, are your teeth all clean?"  I replied, "Yes, they are."  And she quipped, "Good, because they were really dirty... yellow, dirty teeth."  Ha!  Nothing like holding back the painfully honest remarks kiddo.  Talk about a confidence boost.  Evidently, I guess my pearly whites, weren't so pearly afterall.  Rats!  It's tough to get old.



I have always had a great appreciation for the weekend, but I must say that my thankfulness for a Friday afternoon has surely intensified as my children have aged and the day to day demands have escalated.  No homework papers, no after school programs, just a couple of days at peace.  However, with three kids under the age of nine, I do use that word lightly... very lightly!  No doubt, the weekend days are usually filled with birthday parties, athletic games, practices, and other festivities, but it's still nice to just enjoy.

Last night, I had the chance to attend an event called LUNAFEST... part of which showcased a series of short films by, for, and about women.  Knowing very few people that were attending, I wasn't quite sure what I was in for.  My friend picked me up at 6:00pm and off to Providence we drove.  I had hoped that I was in for a fun night of laughter and entertainment.   Thankfully, I was not disappointed.   Nothing like some cold beverages, good food, and great conversation with several women in a room full of virtual strangers.  Surrounded by mothers, it was inevitable that most stories centered around our children -- the ins and outs, ups and downs, moans and groans of parenting.  I have always believed that there is danger when we compare -- for we will never be that other person  -- but, oh... SO much joy and beauty when we decide to share. When women can contribute their crazy stories of parental pit falls and blunders, somehow the other women listening are able to recognize that no one is perfect.  Matter of fact, I have always felt that it's our imperfections in life that make us so enjoyable.

So, on this Friday afternoon, I am thankful not only for the next two days off from the daily duties involved with a work week, but more importantly, I am thankful for good girls and the ability to share in the unmatched beauty of new found friendships.  "TGFF":  Thank God For Friends.


Five in a bed

Alright, this is a bit ridiculous.  For the past two years, I have gotten into a very bad habit with my three children.  Somewhere along the line, one of our children ventured into our bedroom during the middle of the night and nestled right under the cozy covers.  Then, a few weeks later, another one of our kiddos realized what they were missing out on and decided to join in on the night time fun.  Again, too tired to return the late night visitors to their beds, they just found a spot to nestle in... nighty-night.  They stayed.  Well a few months later, the last of our trio caught on to this bedtime pattern and with that, the ridiculousness began.  Years ago, when our oldest son tried this late night tactic, he was always immediately returned to his own bed for fear that we may be starting a bad habit.  Flash eight years later (and simply succumbing to exhaustion), the habit has been established with no signs of it ending any time soon---five in a bed---queen mattress mind you.

By the end of a long day, I am always so sleepy.  Hence, when I eventually make it up to bed I don't really care who is in it, as long as I can collapse onto it and close my eyes.  Some nights I have to switch positions and lay my head down at the foot of the bed and other nights I am granted a sliver of sleep space---three feet wide and six feet long---not good!  Well enough is enough.  Last night, I woke up in the middle of the night to the sounds of a croupy cough hacking in my face, a set of size four feet tickling my teeth, and my daughter's arm draped across my shoulder.  Where's Andy you ask?  Oh, he made the smart move to our son's vacant bed in the other room.  I think this needs to stop.  I need my zzz's.


Enjoy the laughter

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