I’ve recently decided to get back in the swing of things at the gym and to pull that off, I needed a new fitness wardrobe. I deserved one. That’s what I told myself as I walked into Lolë at Tsawwassen Mills. I have been sorely in need of motivation and I always feel better when I look better. I found so many things that I fell in love with in the store to get me set to sweat.
I’ve been social on the Internet since before the days of Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Snapchat…and all of the other social media platform. It was me and my laptop and a blog I set up for free, writing my feelings on the Internet and sharing stories with others that allowed us to connect over “Me Too.”
The stories I shared at the time were mostly about my kids. The witching hour before bedtime, major milestones (First Day of School! First Day of School!) and adventures we went on as a family. As they got older, the stories about them have waned, because while venting about a toddler having a meltdown in public is commonplace, talking about personal issues that their friends can Google just isn’t an option in our house. If I do write about them, it gets their stamp of approval before I hit “Publish.”
When I received my sample of SeabuckWonders Exfoliating Facial Cleanser, I admit that I was a little jaded.
If you look in the closet in my bathroom (Please don’t ever do that. Seriously.) you will see,gathering dust on the third shelf next to a triple-barrel curling iron and one of those wands that was supposed to give me spiral curls but actually wound up burning most of the whorls off my thumb and index finger: several half-used tubs of sea salt/sugar scrubs in varying sizes and scents, yellow gloves, a giant loofah, multiple bath poofs, and a plastic bin full of sample tubes from different product lines, all for the purpose of exfoliating my skin.
Some of them…many of them…smell bad. Others are gooey and unpleasant. Still others left me looking freshly peeled or caused breakouts. And one kept clogging my bathtub drain.
Sounds of electronics filled the air as I happily chopped up some things to get dinner ready.
The doorbell rang and I froze.
Not even a moment later, I jumped into action by grabbing and hiding the Ipads away from two now unhappy children before I got to the door.
What kind of mother would anyone think I am if the minute we get home, my son and daughter are given electronics to entertain themselves?
You know when you grab your phone to scroll through Facebook while eating the last few bites of your child’s cheese string, and somehow the selfie camera is activated, and you’re like “who is this tired beast who has given up on herself?” We know the feeling too.
As Moms we do our very best to make sure our families are happy, healthy and not on hour 10 of screen time. Our own self-care becomes an after thought. Child has a weird bruise? Drop everything and make doctor’s appointment immediately. We lose a knuckle while grating cheese for a casserole the kids don’t eat? Wrap it in 50 Moana Band-Aids and pour an extra glass of wine after bedtime to ease the throbbing.
We are the glue that holds the family together – sticky and weary, strong, and somehow covered in glitter yet we constantly put ourselves last, daydreaming about when we had the time for a proper “beauty routine.”
My son doesn’t enjoy writing very much but he does love making video. He is such an expressive, creative little person and he’s always looking for new ways to express himself on video. He transformed our front door into a backdrop, making his name out of tin foil shapes and adding an approximation of the silver play button he hopes to receive one day for all his hard work. He recently received Stikbot Studio Pro and 2 Stikbot Pet Singles to help him in his video production efforts for his Youtube channel.
I am such a tech lover. It makes me more productive, allows me to have more time for family, and can solve every day frustrations. This is why, from the moment I heard about smart home technology, I embraced every new item I could. Unable to whip out and upgrade my kitchen appliances, I started small with fun and manageable options.
Even as a little guy, my son had a knack for solving puzzles. At his daycare they called him ‘Baby Houdini’, because he quickly learned how to open various locks on the gates and doors between areas. If he sees us enter a passcode even once on a device or during an electronic purchase, we have to change it immediately, because he will never forget the one he just learned. Like many boys his age, he is prone to being loud and clumsy, but he’s also stunningly stealthy when he goes into “ninja-mode.” It’s like he was born to be a spy.
As progressive as I think I am…. some traditions have become the norm, and I have never even questioned whether or not there are other ways to do things. Making macaroni and cheese, for instance (not from scratch).. I have done it the exact same way for years – butter first and then milk. Painting my nails – left before right. Unloading the dishwasher – glasses and then cutlery. Old habits. Some may be the best way for me to tackle them, while in other cases, methods may have progressed over time, and I have simply not noticed.
I am not a very black and white person, and my parenting style reflects this. Sometimes I think it would be easier to guide with a bit more discipline and less flexibility, but I tend to parent with much more fluidity then rules and regulations. One area where this has been a challenge is in monitoring the use of technology for my children and learning what is appropriate and what is not.