Diary of a Working Mom: My life as a working Mom

10933942_10155080870255321_4007292640116676330_nMy alarm goes off every weekday at 6:15am, but I don’t need it. I have already been up since 5:45am, like clockwork because since pregnancy that has been my “pee time”. No matter when I have my last glass of liquid or how many times I pee before bed that is the time my bladder decides that it needs to relieve itself.

I groggily make my way to the bathroom to shower, brush my teeth, get dressed and do my hair and make-up. By 7am I hear my husband’s alarm go off and I am ready to go – but I can’t just walk out the door and head off to work and start my day because there is another sound I have been faintly hearing for the last 10 minutes. It’s the sound of my son babbling in his bedroom ready and waiting for me to burst into his room with a big smile and a very cheery “Good Morning!”

No matter how crappy I feel, no matter how tired I am, no matter how deep the hole from which I just crawled out from, I always want to make sure he starts his day with a smile and a cheery Good Morning from his Mama. Some mornings he’s just as cheery, and some he too is tired and groggy but our day still has to begin. I scoop him up and give him the biggest hug I have been dying to give him for the last 12 hours, because as much as I do enjoy the few quiet moments I have after he goes to bed and all the “chores” are done, I still miss him and want to go and snuggle him and play with him. It makes me feel a little bi-polar sometimes, this yearning for “me” time, but this need/want to always be with him. I ask him how he slept, I am not sure of his answer. He’s only just over a year and a half and let’s face it, even if I think he has a vast vocabulary for his age he’s still “baby talking” a lot of the time or merging a bunch of nonsensical words together, like this morning “Pouch peanut butter Elmo moo cow. Yes, snow. Oooo Paw Patrol bum No Odd Squad cuddle”. He must be my kid because even though it makes no sense he talks a mile a minute. Continue reading

Where is the Elmo Free Zone?

Henry ElmoBefore I had Henry, I was that crazy lady in the Walmart or whatever department store I was in that stood in front of the Elmo toy display poking, squishing or hugging all the Elmo’s I could and stood there laughing my butt off hysterically as passerby’s ushered their children away to safety. Yep…that was me. Now I would give anything to make Elmo stop!

From the time my son wakes up until he goes to bed at least once an hour I hear “Elmo?” I have watched Elmo the Musical Episodes 1 & 2 so many times that I know it inside and out (Heave Ho, Heave Ho!). I have Elmo calling him on my phone. He has Shapes and Colours Elmo and we can’t forget the little Elmo car. This kid can spot Elmo from miles away. It’s like it’s in his DNA.

Last week we were in Shopper’s Drug Mart walking down the card aisle…THE CARD AISLE PEOPLE…it has thousands of cards with thousands of pictures and this kid starts shouting “Elmo! Elmo!” because there was ONE CARD way at the top with a picture of Elmo on it. And he starts losing his mind over it. It was Like Elmo was the Beatles and he was a teen girl on the tarmac.

A few weeks ago we were in Chapter’s and again he spots an Elmo all the way across the room and he beelines it for it screaming “Elmo!” the whole way, just so he could touch it. I thought it was cute then, but today he took his obsession to a whole new level.

Elmo CallsThere is an iPhone app called Elmo Calls. It’s a cute little app that has videos and messages from Elmo for your little one, teaching your child the alphabet, holiday’s, bedtime routines and cute jokes. You schedule calls or you can just randomly call Elmo when you want.

So today I give Henry the phone and Elmo called and he answered with no problem. The video starts and then Henry hits “end” for some reason. And this happens over and over. After about 5 minutes of this Henry has a complete meltdown. I’m talking tears, snot, calling Elmo’s name like he’s Brando in A Streetcar Named Desire. He was a hot mess!

I wasn’t sure what to do. So I offered him a PBJ sandwich to which I got a resounding sniffling “yes!” as he jumped off the couch and ran for the kitchen.

Note to self: Food trumps Elmo.

I Admit it…I was wrong!

Henry's first day home

Meet Henry Jakob.

I know in my last post (over a year ago) I wondered if I was going to be pregnant forever – I can say with certainty that I am not an elephant and I did in fact give birth. And little Henry Jakob arrived 3 days early after 29 HOURS of crazy labour. (more on that in my next post)

Now I know it’s been well over a year, and not to make any excuses, but if you had the year I had you would completely understand. Having a kid throws your world into a tailspin (in a good and a bad way) every spare moment I got over the last 15 months was spent sleeping, showering, eating and maybe if I was lucky after little man went to bed at night I got to catch up on my beloved TV.

And not only that, but I was brain dead…no joke. I think if they did a scan before I had Henry and after I had Henry you would see a significant loss in brain function. Being a mom is such a tough job; my day consisted of trying to keep my beautiful baby entertained, stimulated, educated, maintain his hygiene and sleep trained (Oh. My. God. The dreaded sleep training). Then I had to attempt to keep the house clean, do loads of never-ending laundry and feed everyone! Let’s just say by the end of the day I could barely string a logical Facebook status update or Tweet together, let alone a blog post.

But this year has been the best year of my entire life.

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