I am not a “feel all the feels” mom, or what I called a “Milestone Mom”.
I know a lot of people that just like to cry over things, especially when it comes to their kids getting older or reaching milestones.
Some people cry when their kids can hold their own bottle, feed themselves, dress themselves, tie their shoes. They wish they could turn back the clock and go back to when their kids were little.
Me? I’m like Hell yea!! One less thing I have to do.
Maybe it’s because we had three kids in three years that I was glad when these milestones happened and some time was freed up for us.
I must say I was kind of upset when my kids learned to walk. That mean they were going to be getting their hands on EVERYTHING. Let’s face it, unless you have all of your stuff six feet off the floor and have nothing to climb on, your house will never be baby proof.
My kids getting older means I’m getting older and I am definitely not okay with that. I think that’s what gets me the most.
Stella is going to be nine next month and Maizie will be in middle school next year.
That’s what hurts, me having kids that old means I’m that old.
Before you know it they will be getting ready for college. They have all told me they are NEVER leaving.
I can’t say I’m completely thrilled with that idea.
Will it hit me someday that my tiny babies are getting older? Perhaps, but for now I will see the joy in my tiny freedoms with their independence.
Every year I come up with “plans” for myself. I don’t say goals or resolutions because resolutions are rarely kept and if goals aren’t met, there can be a feeling of failure attached. I like to use plans, because plans can change and adapt.
This is what I came up with for 2017…
Get back to my high school weight, somewhere around 115 pounds.
Exercise for at least 90 minutes every day.
Have my kids in activities everyday, they need to be enriched.
Make all of my meals/food from scratch.
Not leave the house without my hair done and full make up done.
Buy a whole new wardrobe for each season.
Keep the house spotless…like a museum.
Reach at least 500,000 followers, subscribers, views on all of my social media platforms.
Join every committee I come across.
Get my doctorate.
I’m just kidding!
That list would end up a complete failure first thing in the morning when I bring my kids to school. Here’s my real plan.
Lose the weight I put back on and get back to where I need to be. This is a health priority. The more weight I carry, the worse my heart disease can get.
Exercise again. Once again, this is a health issue. I need to do more cardio (walking) and definitely need more muscle mass.
I do need to get my kids into some activities. We recently moved and they need something new. We’re planning on swim for all three, gymnastics and art for Stella, Teddy wants to do lacrosse again and we need to find something for Maizie.
Plan my weekly meals in advance. I did this before we moved and it was great, I just need to get back into doing it again. It makes grocery shopping much easier and I won’t be racking my brain trying to figure out what to cook for dinner.
I need to get my hair cut and highlighted, the grays are multiplying rapidly. I also need to get a foundation that can cover up the spots on my face that haven’t been burnt off yet.
Get myself some new duds. Last summer I did buy a bunch of new shorts, but I currently have 3 pairs of jeans that I wear. I seriously don’t remember the last time I bought a pair of jeans. Some new shoes would be nice, but I HATE shoe shopping.
I need to get and keep the house organized. We recently moved and there are still things that don’t have a permanent home. I need to find them one and make sure they find their way back home (huge issue in our house).
I really, really want to grow my blogs and You Tube channels. I don’t have any numbers in mind, but if 500,000 happens WOO HOO!
Work on my writing projects. I have three projects that I am working on right now. One just needs to be edited, one needs to be sorted through and revamped and the other needs to get off of the tiny pieces of paper and onto a real page.
I want to learn something new. I have no idea what.
Anyone who knows me, knows why yoga is not a possibility for me.
I went to the gym this morning, after studying the schedule very carefully (I’m known for reading it wrong). At 10:30am a Pilates Mat class was scheduled, Pilates being one of my favorites coupled with the fact I haven’t been to the gym in 5 days catapulted me out of the house in a hurry.
I made it by the skin of my teeth, no time to stop at the locker room…nothing.
I walk in, the lights are already out (why they turn the lights out is a mystery to me, you can’t see what the instructor is doing) but I walked in right behind another lady and it was technically 10:29am, I wasn’t late.
I get an extra mat, lay my mat on top, remove my footwear and get into position. The lady who walked in right as I did asked the instructor “Is this Pilates or yoga? Because I know you teach yoga.” The instructor replied that it was going to be, “Pilates with some yoga poses.”
The class starts out a little slower than a Pilates class, so I’m thinking (hoping) it will pick up soon.
Every move we do she wants us to hold for 3 deep breaths. I don’t know what kind of free diving breathing techniques they use in yoga, but I don’t use them in my everyday life, so her 3 deep breaths were equivalent to about 6 or 7 of mine.
I didn’t have a problem getting into and holding the poses, which surprised me, but having the attention span of a 2 year old my mind kept wandering and I would lean and/or fall over.
When I go to the gym I like to break a sweat, I don’t go there to relax. If I wanted to relax, I’d go to the beach or go get my nails done.
For the entire hour, I did not sweat once, I did not feel the “burn” and I felt like I wasted my time, I was tricked.
Needless to say, today’s class felt like an epic fail to me. And top it off; I left class with a banging headache.
If you enjoy yoga, God bless you, it’s is definitely not for me.
Three years ago I said I was going to be a Pinterest Mom, well it didn’t happen…big shock. I know I was shocked too. Maybe now that my kids are a bit older and don’t need as much attention I can actually achieve this goal? Only time will tell.
This is the year I’m going to shine brighter than all the other moms out there. I am going to be the mom that all the other mom’s talk about, strive to be, dare to out-do. I’m going to be THAT mom, the Pinterest mom.
I will finally have three kids in school and it is my time to be brilliant. There will be nasty, snarky posts about me, sideways glances in the school yard, but I don’t care. Creativity will be mine!!
I’m going to make the snazziest lunches, a little bit of this, a little bit of that, healthy and delicious. My kids will eat the rainbow at lunch alone. There will also be heartfelt notes in each lunchbox, everyday. I may even make my husband write some too.
There are going to be epic dinners and after school snacks, maybe a couple of fancy desserts a week. I’ll have plenty of time to go to the grocery store and prepare my feasts.
My girls are going to go to school with fancy hairdos everyday and carefully put together outfits. Polyvore’s not going to have anything on me. Moms will be trolling my Instagram feed for outfit inspiration. I’m even going to sew some fantastic ensembles.
Organization: a place for everything and everything in its place. My house is going to be spotless. A chore chart will be posted and adhered to; everyone will know what his or her job is.
After school starts, Halloween is just around the corner along with the “Holiday Season”. The snazz will be happening at the Kraus House this year, I’m giving advance warning. We’re talking decorations up the wazoo. If I pinned it, it will be!
Birthday parties will be like society galas with themes, themes, themes. Keep your fingers crossed for an invitation, the social events of the season. Swag bags for all that attend.
Who am I kidding? This is never going to happen. Lunches? Maizie INSISTS on getting school lunch salad everyday and she has the same snack the entire year. I may have to get somewhat creative with Stella (she’s a bit of a diva) and Teddy eats anything (especially if I put it in a thermos), leftovers it is.
I have been trying for years to plan meals in advance, it hasn’t happened. I’m a look in the fridge/freezer and figure out what can be cooked the fastest kind of girl. And when it comes to baking, well that’s Ted’s job and we won’t discuss it any further.
I’m lucky Maizie even gets her hair brushed before we leave the house in the morning and she’s not big on fancy hairdos. Stella on the other hand has started doing her own hair (at 5 years old). I suppose I should really help her out in that department, but she does a pretty good job. As for clothes, Maizie doesn’t like to get too adventurous in the wardrobe department Stella’s whole motto is “Flair or Nothing”. (You should check Instagram for Stella’s creations.) I do want to sew more; I’ll have to find my sewing machine first.
Organization and cleaning, face it Ted, it’s NEVER GOING TO HAPPEN. I try but the shiny things take over and I lose focus. I really do plan on trying to stay organized since my scatterbrain “condition” seems to get worse with age.
Holiday decorations? My kids have to nag me until I can’t stand it in order to drag them out and then I let them do it. Well, I do take control of the mantel. Last year Stella asked for two straight weeks for me to put the Halloween wreath on the door and I don’t even think I own and Thanksgiving decorations.
Birthday parties? I’ll have them at a place so I don’t have to do any of that. I’ll pay someone else to decorate and create a theme. I will admit I have a tendency to go overboard with the favors.
There will probably still be sideways glances and comments, but they’ll be more like, “Wow, she is a slacker.”
Maybe this school year I can find a happy medium?
Disclaimer: None of these photos are from Pinterest, I took them all.
I must say, getting a Target Red card had to have been one of the worst decisions I’ve ever made.
I’m in Target every week to begin with, really who isn’t? Why shouldn’t I have one?
I try to go in for just the “things on my list” but if there’s someone out in the interwebs that is capable of that, I’d like to meet you.
If I bring my kids, especially Stella, there’s no chance of me getting out of there without any extras.
Now, I’ve been using Cartwheel for quite a while (after deleting and reinstalling because of forgotten passwords), I’m a sucker for a sale or a deal. Now with my Red Card I get an extra 5% off every time I use it.
Do you know what that means? I can buy 5% more stuff.
How is that saving me money?
When I clean out my purse it’s stuffed with Target receipts.
Whenever I need anything I head to Target because I can use my Red Card and save money.
Who am I kidding? I’m not really saving anything. I now buy a bunch of my groceries at Target, why not? Stop & Shop isn’t offering me any deals at checkout.
I even get 5¢ off for bringing my own bag (more savings).
Brilliant move Target, now I spend more time and money in your store and I’m positive there are millions more like me.
The man or woman that came up with the 5% off idea better have gotten the biggest bonus imaginable, because it is well deserved.
I’m glad I opted for the debit and not the credit, at least that way I have slow my roll and not go nuts in the underwear department.
Seriously, I’m glad I have it, not thrilled with my shopping habits.
I had a check up at the doctor a few weeks ago, no big woop.
I mentioned I keep having these insane headaches that start at the back of my head and then make my head feel like it’s going to explode. It even hurts to blink.
Waiting for him to tell me I was most likely stroking out and brains would end up all over my walls, so stock up on cleaners and scrubby sponges; he threw me a curve ball.
He sent me for an x-ray to see if it’s…arthritis. Really? Arthritis? Am I THAT old?
Guess what? Apparently I AM that old. I have arthritis is my neck. Lucky me.
Now my doctor is big into trying physical therapy for aches and pains.
He sent me for my back a few years ago and it helped a lot. (I don’t even think I was 40 back then.)
Then he wanted me to go for bursitis in my shoulder, I didn’t. That was too close to “living in the home” old for me (my grandparents had that). Not to mention that my husband was going for a shoulder injury and his therapist was torturing him, no thank you. So I toughed it out.
I made the appointment for PT, mainly because I can’t stand the headaches.
There’s nothing like going into a medical office thinking you’re doing pretty well, then realizing, “Man, I’m just a hot mess.”
Withing three minutes of being in the room, I came to understand what a hot mess my neck really is. I could barely move it, thank goodness the therapist pointed all this out. Talk about destroying self esteem. I though I was young and vibrant, that bubble burst.
So after an exam and a painful, yet relaxing neck rub I was sent home with exercises, a bruised ego and 4 more weeks of appointments.
I wrote this about Stella two years ago. It is still true today.
Every little girl has a little diva inside them, but Stella is a Big Diva (in so many ways). There are times she reminds me of a starlet that has lost her Hollywood glow.
She gets in the tub with all her jewelry on and doesn’t realize it. Seriously, necklace, bracelet, headbands, you name it then she looks at you with an Oops face and starts to giggle.
She makes unreasonable demands.
She wanted to sit on top of the two stools.
She wakes up in the morning looking like she’s been on a week-long bender. Come to think of it, once you brush her hair she looks like that after 10 minutes.
No pants and one cowboy boot…enough said!
This is how she wakes up looking 85% of the time.
She still gets this excited over marshmallows.
She wants fame. She’s always wants me to take her picture and post it. Now she (and Teddy want to be You Tube stars). I can just imagine the stuff they would post because I know the stuff Ted won’t let me post.
I find her passed out on her floor.
I frequently find her on the floor, a few times she’s been under the bed.
She can go days eating like a bird, then binge like she’s going to the chair.
Some of her outfits could get her on the “What were they thinking” list.
A Stella-Blue original
Sunglasses have become her signature look.
She causes public scenes.
She needs her beauty rest.
Do not disturb
She calls everyone by the same name, Bubby. She’s too cool to use Dahling.
I have tried to keep myself and kids organized, but I’m failing miserably. For some reason, nothing ends up where it belongs.
The original 9 are still major problems…
Nail Clippers/Nail File
Now let me add to the ever growing list.
Teddy’s Glasses/His Case He loses one of these at least twice a week. He frequently leaves his case at school (then I have to hope he can find it). His glasses have been left in the strangest places all over the house. The only way he has found them is because one of the girls or I noticed them and remembered where we saw them.
Lunch Bag One of the Kraus Kids has lost two, yes two, lunch bags this school year. Don’t ask how, I have no clue. I guess this kid doesn’t want to eat anymore.
My Phone One would think with what I do I would know where my phone is, since I need it all the time. Nope. The worst part is when my husband is at work and I can’t have him call it, we got rid of the landline. I spend quite a bit of time hunting it down (usually in the couch cushion).
Homework/School Papers I can’t tell you how many times I say, “Put it in your back pack.” Come morning, we’re all searching for someone’s homework, field trip paper, or folder.
Scissors I have five pairs of scissors, but I can never find a pair when I need it. There should be two in the kitchen, two in my desk and one in my bedroom. There’s usually a scissor crisis when I’m elbow deep in a project.
Scotch Tape I buy this stuff by the crateful. I know exactly who is responsible for this one, Stella. She uses it for her “projects” and “inventions”. If I need any, I check her bedroom desk first.
Sports Equipment/Uniforms I try to get there game uniforms ready the night before because it’s absolute chaos on game mornings. When everything WAS right there and suddenly it’s not, my head is in danger of exploding. On practice nights there is ALWAYS one piece of equipment missing, it never ends.
Of all the things that go missing, I think the pencils missing during homework time drives me crazy the most often.
I’ve written about how Teddy went blind and the went blind again, well recently he knocked out his two front teeth. Okay, maybe that’s a bit of an exaggeration, but he did put two giant chips in them.
How? How did he do it?
It’s not something common.
He didn’t fall off his bike or do it while playing sports or when he was at the playground. He did it as only a Kraus Kid can do, he did it on a mechanical bull.
We do a charity race every year. During the race we are “gored” by the roller derby girls. The use red paint and get you as you run by them. After the race there is a party and the always shave a mechanical bull.
Every Year my kids ask to go on it and for one reason or another they don’t. This year, there was no line, so I told them they could do it. There were TONS of kids much smaller and younger than Teddy that had already gone on it.
What could happen? Teddy could happen!
As the bull came up, Teddy face-planted onto it. Down he went and there went his teeth.
I thought he broke his nose and has expecting blood everywhere. No blood, but he only had half of his front teeth.
They weren’t loose and he didn’t expose the nerves, so I wasn’t too concerned.
I called the dentist the next day and since we didn’t get an appointment until the following day, I guess they weren’t all that concerned either.
Apparently it happens ALL THE TIME, because no one asked what happened. Teddy told everyone (of course) and then I got the side eye and asked, “Where was there a mechanical bull?” Once he told the story, everyone thought he was the funniest kid ever.
In comes the dentist, I’m thinking they are going to bond them.
Nope, his highness gets two crowns.
He is checking everything out, like a hawk and asking if they’re going to knock him out, I think
he was hoping. (They didn’t even numb him.)
He was nervously cracking jokes and then wouldn’t you know it, of course dentist falls in love with him.
I swear getting the crowns ready took way longer then getting them put on.
The only bad part is he can’t bite into apples or carrots ever again because he can snap he teeth right off.
Luckily he left the dentist looking as good as new. Now we just have to keep him from having to get a new nose.