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mombie5:59 am this morning our three kids barged into our bedroom fully disguised and yelled HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

Thanks for that morning jolt kids!  Jack woke up in a panic. I was in shock too. I was trying to understand how they were suddenly able to manage to dress themselves and get ready all by themselves when the rest of the school mornings they roll in their beds while I try to dress them.

Yup it’s Halloween aka mommy overtime. I apologize for my lack of enthusiasm, some days I am a Marry Poppins kind of mom but today doesn’t feel like one of those days. Today it’s just Zombie mom.

A working, cleaning, cooking, planning exhausted zombie mom.

I know I should make more time for myself. I’m trying but part of the problem is that we’ve been taught to play only after the work is done and the thing with motherhood is that the work is never done.

Never ever ever.

Never.

Oh how I had imagined parenthood in my dreams. I had only imagined the breezy and happy moments. I would imagine a happy family sitting at a dinner table. I used to imagine my future children so proper and well mannered. I thought of course they will sit still at dinner time, try to eat by themselves and engage into peaceful social interaction among themselves while we adults get a chance to catch up.

All I got to say to my young self is…

Ba-ha-ha! Ridiculous!

I guess the first stage of parenting is realizing how different it really is from what you could have ever imagined. The rest well I can’t really say. I’m still figuring it out for myself and truthfully it seems like the more the years pass the less I feel  I have it figured out.

Ok enough sulking let’s go hustle.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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October 31, 2018 · 9:54 am

A couple of nights ago I set up my camera…

A couple of nights ago I set my camera and decided I would try out the Vlog thing. Video blogging. So I recorded myself just to give it a try. Later I decided this wasn’t for me, I had no clue what to do,  I looked like crap and completely embarrassed myself.

I decided, it will take way to long for me to edit this and there’s no way I can post this raw.

And today I’m thinking about posting it.

I’m thinking, I’m all about being real. Big deal!  The world is going to see me in my pyjamas, with bad hair, talking non-sense…if that’s reality then so be it!

I should post it!

Judging and hating  forbidden.

P.S you  might not see this post tomorrow, I’m pretty sure I’m going to change my mind again and delete this!

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June 5, 2013 · 11:17 pm

Feedback

I love getting feedback from readers. This week I learned that Julietalk has become a part of people’s bed time routine and for those who don’t sleep it’s a little bit of company during the night.

Right now I’m in a transition period. I’m looking to start Vlog-ing, basically video blogging. It’s kind of scary, putting yourself out there for the world to judge, I’ll need to get over that.

I would think that in a Vlog I would be able to say more in less time. Just a thought for now…

If you have any suggestions I’m all ears.

Looks like I might need a little push.

xoxo

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June 1, 2013 · 11:06 pm

The bachelor

A3 sleeping next to me and I’m watching The Bachelor’s final episode. What a load of crap. But it still has my attention… Why can’t we look away? It’s like the time when we were in New Jersey and Jack’s cousin’s husband caught me watching an episode of “Keeping up with the Kardashians”. He walked into the room and I quickly changed the channel as if I was watching porn or something. “I saw what you were watching” he said, ” I didn’t think you were that kind of girl Julie” and he walked away.

But but but I’m not that kind of girl! It’s just that we don’t have all these channels at home and I got curious!  The other day my friend had posted a video of Kim Kardashian’s closet. I watched it and didn’t recognize any of the brand names mentioned , all I was thinking was “If they only knew what was in MY closet”…

A baby.

A baby? Yes a baby. We don’t have enough bedrooms so we sometimes put A3’s bassinette in the walk in closet. Don’t report me to child protective services just yet. We only put her in there if we need to be in our room with the lights on, which only happens when we’re cleaning, and that’s a rarity. I had that as my Facebook status once and a friend commented on how she too had converted her walk in closet into a nursery because it had a window and had transformed her mezzanine into a closet (I don’t know what a mezzanine is). Except, we didn’t convert anything into anything. The closet is still a closet.

A3’s going to be 4 months soon and is going to need to transfer to a crib. A2’s still in the crib so we’re going to have to buy a new one. A1 stayed in her crib till she was 3. If you’re a parent you’re probably thinking .. 3?! That’s ridiculous! Well, if I could, I would keep them in there much longer… it’s much easier to manage. You put them in there and then you can take them from where you left them…and they can’t go anywhere.

They should make cribs for teenagers.

I slept in a crib when I was 7. Not until I was 7, but when I was 7. My brother was just born and I was showing typical signs of elder sibling regression. That’s when the older sibling reacts to the new born by going backwards in their maturing behavior, basically the older sibling acts like a baby. A baby has come and they’re just trying to tell you “I’m a baby too!”

When A2 was born, A1 wet her bed twice in the same week. And she had been perfectly clean for a year. She also wanted to be carried up the stairs like a baby.

When I was 7 and my brother was born, I wanted to sleep in the crib. And my mother let me. I vividly remember it…it was awesome but my feet would stick out of the rails. Thinking back … I can’t believe she let me do that ! Or maybe I can…

Still watching The Bachelor… he just proposed and they rode away on an elephant’s back. How romantic.

Well I had an elephant at my wedding too… yup, definitely an elephant in the room.

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March 11, 2013 · 11:05 pm

Nothing here

After a weekend of splitting myself in three in an attempt to equally give attention to each child only to be left feeling guilty for not coming close, they’re all asleep (for the moment). What should I do first ? Go to the bathroom? I’ve been holding myself all day. Pump? I’m feeling swollen. Sleep?..no  What am I doing? I’m blogging.

Why? I dunno.

Well I don’t know yet. I mean sure I write little stories, some come out good some less…but where is all this going? I’m not so sure yet. I’m just going with the flow.

I’m sitting in Jack’s man cave (basement) and I think it’s the first time that I’m here alone. I just needed to get away from the mess. It’s a mess down here too but it’s a mess I don’t see often so it’s more bearable.

Jack just came down and turned on the TV. And now I just can’t think anymore. I’m getting distracted and losing my train of thought. Thank you Jack.

And as I wrote that, he just said “Watch TV with me, forget this” (by this he means this post), as much as want to continue this post, I’m going to be good and I’m going to put the computer away.

To me, this is romance.

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March 11, 2013 · 12:00 am

Mommy’s brains

The following explanation is upon Jack’s request.

I blog late at night, I quickly write something up directly on the Website, no draft, no nothing. My English is not exceptional and I’ve mentioned all of this before. I get carried away in what I’m writing and I don’t pay attention to spelling or anything else. Plus I know Jack’s going to correct my mistakes the next day so I just let loose and don’t look back.

Jack’s  just looking out for me, he doesn’t want me embarrassing myself. I personally am not at all embarrassed. Poney, Pony what’s the difference. I can’t spell, does it mean I’m stupid? Maybe.

I’ll be the first to tell you I don’t know anything about anything. I found out what the International Space Station is two years ago. Scary part is I have a masters degree in Science. Having a degree doesn’t mean you’re smart. It just means you’ve been lucky to have been rewarded for determination.

If you don’t know what the International Space Station is, it’s ok. Google it. It’s pretty interesting. This kind of thing is declarative knowledge, meaning it’s just stuff you know because you’ve heard about it or read about it and I don’t think it’s all that quantifies intelligence. I don’t know what the capital of Sweden is…I look it up, oh it’s Stockholm. I think intelligence is more than that. I think it’s a combination of self development, behavioral, adaptation  and interaction skills. Things that you don’t just acquire by reading a Wikipedia definition.

I wrote my heart out and then the post got erased beyond this point and now I have to try and figure out what I had written.

Basically we shouldn’t be measuring each other in “intelligence” or anything else for that matter. We should all work at being real with one another and getting over superficial matters.

I didn’t set out to write any of this. I was planning on writing about my day with A2 at the Sugar Shack. I’m learning about this blog as I go and I’m seeing that it’s slowly representing different sides of me. I guess were still in the Character Development phase.

I learned that word today.

(I can’t remember what else I had written… I’ll have to end it like this)

😦

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March 6, 2013 · 11:16 pm

Komodo dragon or pony?

It’s Sunday night, 2 out of 3 are in bed and I am exhausted. A1 is sipping on chicken noodle soup, drawing and watching Tv. It’s the first time that I blog with one of the kids awake.  I just asked her what she’s drawing and she said ” A pony”.

So people told me to start a blog and I did. I didn’t know what it was but I started anyway. I learned so much in the past two months. There’s a whole community of bloggers out there. I’m still new at this and most of my readers are Facebook friends but I’m slowly being integrated in this community.

So you start a blog, you write a blog…what’s next?

A1 just “psssssttt” me and showed me her drawing. It looks like a Komodo dragon with wings.

A1:  Does it look like a poney?

I nod

A1 : A lot or a little ?

I think she knows it looks nothing like a pony.

Me: Medium

A1: But is it cute?

I nod.

I don’t know what to do, lie ? Tell her the truth? She’s 4 !

Wait she’s coming… oh, never mind, she froze in front of the Tv midway.

She’s here.

A1: I want 2 cereal bars.

No please no nothing.

Me: You’re gonna go to bed soon.

A1: Pleaaaase, 2 cereal bars.

Me: Offffff ok, let’s start with 1.

Again, I never know what to do while negotiating with her. Should I be more strict? Is she walking all over me? Is all this going to bite me in the butt when she becomes a teenager…

Parenting is a constant test. A test who’s results you’ll never get and never know what the right answer was… People think I know what I’m doing because I have 3 kids. If you don’t know how to drive does it make a difference if you have 3 cars? At least we’re taught how to drive. Nobody teaches us how to be a parent.

I always like to listen to what the elder have to say about life. Sometimes I don’t understand their advice but I follow it anyways.

She just sent me to get her the second cereal bar and cold milk.

A1: Again! Cereal bar and cold milk.

Me: Please mommy!

A1: I’m not your mommy.

Where did I go wrong? Or did I go wrong? Sometimes I wish she was more mannered and obedient but then I think this way is better because I don’t want people stepping all over her later in life. Plus how is she supposed to be that well mannered with all the things she sees in this house.

She’s sitting stuck on me right now and she just asked me to move because she doesn’t have enough space.

Me: but you’re the one stuck on me.

A1: No you’re stuck on ME!

And now she just burped out loud. Where did I go wrong? Or did I ?

I never know if I’m doing or saying the right thing. All I know is, I hug them and tell them I love them as many times as possible in the day. There’s no way I can go wrong with that.

Now we’re going to take a picture of her drawing, post it and then I’m taking her to bed.

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March 3, 2013 · 8:37 pm