Drop off at daycare/preschool has gotten to be an exercise in tough love. This morning Ms. Connie had to literally pry Jack off of me and then she suggested I leave quickly. I know he is fine after I leave (that's the party line they're sticking to anyway), but I spent most of the morning nauseous and picked him up at 2.
Am I fooling myself by believing that his social interaction is more important than hanging with Mommy at two years old? There are certainly (at least) two schools on that one. Pro and con. I have noticed he is much more vocal/verbal lately. Is that because of the interaction or because he is about to turn 2? Dunno.
Mothers who steadfastly believe that a SAHM is a GOOD mom will, I'm sure, tell me that I am putting us both through this for nothing. Moms with their kids in childcare will tell me it's all good and "just a phase." I didn't realize there are so many shades of gray in motherhood. I appreciate nuance as much as the next gal, but sometimes I'd kill for a black and white view of things.
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Monday, September 17, 2007
High on the Holidays
Oy Gevalt! It's High Holy Days time again! Jack celebrated his second Hebrew birthday on Erev Rosh Hashanah (that would be last Wednesdays for all you shiksas out there). And by "celebrated" I mean that he had ravioli for dinner and promptly got stuck in Temple's babysitting room while Osi and I attended services.
I did my first candle-lighting for a pre-holiday dinner. God bless the Crabills for not laughing. My Hebrew, as you can imagine, is not so good. We are currently seeking a babysitter so Osi and I can go to services and break-the-fast on Yom Kipur. If you know anyone, send them our way. Since OSU plays at 3:30, all of our "usuals" are tied up watching he game.
We're invited to the Delsons for break-the-(nonexistent)-fast, which thrills me to no end. The reason I am trying to be so active in Sisterhood is to develop a network that supports our family and our raising Jack as a Jew. Lord knows that network ain't his sisters, since they don't think Osi is "Jewish enough" and don't think Jack is Jewish at all. Thank God for the Crabills (again), Coopers, Delsons and everyone else who is welcoming.
By the way, for those of you who have not tried the Rosh Hashanah tradition of dipping apples in honey - YOU MUST! It is the most delicious snack ever. We had an abundance of apples from our pre-holiday apple-picking adventure (Jack used the fallen apples as balls - we had to dodge them to pick the good apples). So, the baking maven that I am, I whipped up an apple crisp, upside down apple cake, three pies and some baked apples. See, I told you we had a lot of apples. One pie went to Barbi's, another we ate and one is in the freezer. I didn't think it was wise to accept the thrown gauntlet of "Can we eat three pies?" I heard ob the Builder in my head urging "YES WE CAN!" But we shouldn't, hence the parceling out of said pastries.
We are in the season of Jewish Holidays, so I don;t expect to poke my head above water again for a few weeks. Happy Jewish New Year to you :)
I did my first candle-lighting for a pre-holiday dinner. God bless the Crabills for not laughing. My Hebrew, as you can imagine, is not so good. We are currently seeking a babysitter so Osi and I can go to services and break-the-fast on Yom Kipur. If you know anyone, send them our way. Since OSU plays at 3:30, all of our "usuals" are tied up watching he game.
We're invited to the Delsons for break-the-(nonexistent)-fast, which thrills me to no end. The reason I am trying to be so active in Sisterhood is to develop a network that supports our family and our raising Jack as a Jew. Lord knows that network ain't his sisters, since they don't think Osi is "Jewish enough" and don't think Jack is Jewish at all. Thank God for the Crabills (again), Coopers, Delsons and everyone else who is welcoming.
By the way, for those of you who have not tried the Rosh Hashanah tradition of dipping apples in honey - YOU MUST! It is the most delicious snack ever. We had an abundance of apples from our pre-holiday apple-picking adventure (Jack used the fallen apples as balls - we had to dodge them to pick the good apples). So, the baking maven that I am, I whipped up an apple crisp, upside down apple cake, three pies and some baked apples. See, I told you we had a lot of apples. One pie went to Barbi's, another we ate and one is in the freezer. I didn't think it was wise to accept the thrown gauntlet of "Can we eat three pies?" I heard ob the Builder in my head urging "YES WE CAN!" But we shouldn't, hence the parceling out of said pastries.
We are in the season of Jewish Holidays, so I don;t expect to poke my head above water again for a few weeks. Happy Jewish New Year to you :)
Sunday, September 2, 2007
I Want My Mommy
I have had a sinus infection for a week. Well, I HAD a sinus infection 5 days ago when I went to the doctor. What I have NOW is something that sounds a lot like I have been smoking 2 packs a day of unfiltered Marlboros for the past 20 years. Seriously, I bet there are TB wards quieter than my bedroom at 2 am when a coughing fit hits.
Jack, of course, finds the various sounds Mommy is emitting hilarious. My pain brings him joy. What a little sadist. Osi, God bless him, has gotten up with Jack the last 2 days and has let me sleep in. Thank God tomorrow is a holiday and he told me he'd do the same then, too.
I have a curious habit of just wanting to stare at someone when I'm sick. Neither my mom or my husband find this amusing. Jack doesn't notice. The dog is usually passed out and, besides, she lacks the empathy gene. Seriously - try to cuddle with that damn dog when you're sick and she will sigh deeply as if making a plea to the heavens "Why, God? Why must she constantly touch me?" My dog has issues, but that is for another post.
After a week moving through what I like to call the Sputum Spectrum, I seem t be stuck on a particularly unpleasant variation that should NOT be coming from my lungs after 5 days on antibiotics. I am reminded of the Friends episode where Pheobe has her "sexy cold voice." Only I tend to sounds more like Marge Simpson's sisters these days.
Bottom line: I want my Mommy. I want her to make me soup and let me lay in the big bed and watch TV all day. Also, I'd like to stare at her for no reason. I bet she'd let me.
Jack, of course, finds the various sounds Mommy is emitting hilarious. My pain brings him joy. What a little sadist. Osi, God bless him, has gotten up with Jack the last 2 days and has let me sleep in. Thank God tomorrow is a holiday and he told me he'd do the same then, too.
I have a curious habit of just wanting to stare at someone when I'm sick. Neither my mom or my husband find this amusing. Jack doesn't notice. The dog is usually passed out and, besides, she lacks the empathy gene. Seriously - try to cuddle with that damn dog when you're sick and she will sigh deeply as if making a plea to the heavens "Why, God? Why must she constantly touch me?" My dog has issues, but that is for another post.
After a week moving through what I like to call the Sputum Spectrum, I seem t be stuck on a particularly unpleasant variation that should NOT be coming from my lungs after 5 days on antibiotics. I am reminded of the Friends episode where Pheobe has her "sexy cold voice." Only I tend to sounds more like Marge Simpson's sisters these days.
Bottom line: I want my Mommy. I want her to make me soup and let me lay in the big bed and watch TV all day. Also, I'd like to stare at her for no reason. I bet she'd let me.
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