>Super Mom Saves the World

>She can bring home the bacon,
Fry it up in the pan,
Get the kids to soccer
In her perfect minivan…

She’s Super Mom, of course. Who else? Unappreciated, overworked, and unable to resist cleaning up after people, Super Mom gives us a peek inside our overachieving selves.
In the midst of myriad work-related crises and home repair, it was a relief to lose myself in Super Mom Saves the World by Melanie Lynne Hauser. Birdie Lee, a.k.a. Super Mom, has her heart in the right place. Saving the world as she knows it, her hometown of Astro Park, involves watching her unathletic son survive Little League baseball, helping her daughter find a prom dress to complement her newly pink-streaked hair, and fighting off a desperate pass by her ex-husband, all while helping the PTA compete with the local Shriners in the quest to raise funds. And that’s just in between shifts ridding the world of injustice!
I identify with Birdie when she’s cautiously teaching her daughter to drive and dealing with her son’s adolescence, an experience that even homebaked cookies doesn’t cure. Her discomfort with the transfer of funds from the arts to Astro Park’s new sports complex is all too real in many school districts. But at the same time, I have to laugh at her motherly reactions.
“Kelly Maria Lee, when I am done keeping the world safe for democracy, you are going to be grounded. Do you understand? You didn’t use your turn signals once!”
And as she and her family frantically separate for the final chase scene: “Be careful, don’t talk to strangers, and look both ways when you’re crossing the street!”
Gotta love it. She’s me, but in spandex, superhero cape, and high heels. Oh, yes, and minus the caffeine addiction.
When I’m done cleaning up rabbit fur (darn those adorable bunnies) with my cool Swiffer duster, I’ll bake some cookies for my oh-so-grown-up children and sit down with a good book. No Apron of Anticipation for me: just the anticipation of a good story that I can read and reread.
Supermoms of the world, take a break and read Super Mom Saves the World. You deserve it.

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>I was reading the lovely Mir today. She was talking about an impending trip south with her adorable children and all of the anxiety it caused, even the anxiety unrelated to the trip. “I need to have the house clean because if the plane crashes I don’t want people thinking ‘Such a tragedy, but would it have killed her to scrape the toothpaste out of the sink?’”
She reminded me of a talk we had at school last spring. After our friend Cindy’s death from meningitis, we took some time to clean her room and prepare it for the summer. It was a good way for us to say goodbye to our friend and colleague, share some memories, and keep her stories alive a little longer.
Cindy was amazingly organized. As we took down the June calendar and the song posters around the room, we found that their storage was obvious. She had a place for everything, and everything in its place. Somehow, this wasn’t an obsessive-compulsive thing. The time and space she saved by keeping her multitude of materials in order allowed her to spend more time where it counted: teaching the kindergarten children she loved.
The day she went home, not even knowing it was the last time she’d teach, Cindy had left sub plans (for one day) and her usual to-do list, with the ta-da part (finished goals) crossed off. When it became evident that she was more seriously ill than she’d thought and she was in no shape to write plans, the substitute was able to work from her to-do list and her planning book.
As we cleaned the room after school ended and just two weeks after her death, a few of us talked. We always leave emergency plans in or near our sub folders in case we get in an accident or the house is on fire or something happens to prevent us from writing sub plans for the day. But were our plans in order well enough that someone could come in and teach for us if we died suddenly?
I looked around my desk and thought about the tilt-a-whirl I’ve been on since having the flu, and thought yes, someone could teach for me. My plans are in order, my copies are made, and I’m organized enough that a substitute teacher could find everything he or she needed. My gradebook, however, is another story. I have stacks upon stacks of math papers that need to be entered in the gradebook and filed. I’m almost up to date on science and reading. But math — oh, my, math. Somehow, the paperwork of math is the hardest to keep up. It’s the daily grind of it, added to the number of kids out with flu and/or bronchitis and/or strep right now, and keeping their make-up work in order with the others.
Well, I guess that means I don’t dare get sick before parent-teacher conferences in two weeks. Because really, who would finish my gradebook and calculate the grades?
And the sink would still be full of toothpaste!

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>Snow business — from the inside out

>While the bunnies were napping (and so was I), Husband took the camera around the house for a few snow day pictures.


On the left: the view out the front window, looking across the street. Our neighbor is finishing up his snowblowing.

On the right: a closer look outside through the same window. Yes, the snow is very heavy and wet today.
We’re supposed to get another 2-4 inches overnight. That’ll be enough to make us get out the snowblowers again in the morning, but not enough to close schools. I guess I’d better remind Amigo to do his homework. We’ll set the grown-ups’ alarm clocks a little earlier than usual to make sure we shovel out and get to work on time.

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>Shoulds are STILL bogus

>The new updated version, again comparing the “should” with the reality

I should feel relieved that it’s Friday.
Reality: I am judging a music festival tomorrow, which means an intense (but exciting) day of work from 7:30 until at least 4:00.
End result: I’ll enjoy the day. I’ll collapse Saturday night and sleep in on Sunday.

I should be resting, storing up energy to fully recover from last week’s illness.
Reality: I have a long day tomorrow, so I’m starting laundry tonight.
End result: the last load is in the washer, I’m in mid-fold cycle, I’m coughing, and I’m tired.

I should wear flat shoes to minimize the pressure on the little Mort dude that hides in the ball of my foot.
Reality: My only flat dress shoes are brown, and my only clean dressy pants are black.
End result: I’ll take off my shoes under the table and hope no one notices.

I should have planned next week’s science lessons thoroughly.
Reality: I missed my main prep periods today due to a field trip, so I didn’t have time to get everything ready.
End result: I’ll be making copies and cueing the introductory video before school on Monday.

I should be more worried about Monday’s science lessons because I’m introducing a new unit.
Reality: I’m hoping for a snow day.
End result: Who knows? It would be fitting, since the new unit is Weather and Water. No matter what, I’ll get to play with the barometer and windmeter this weekend and call it research. Teaching science is fun!

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>Post-storm recovery

>The flu has flown. In its wake, it left a very messy house, lots of dirty laundry, a pile of unfinished homework, side effects in our ears, and a couple of exhausted people.
Doctors cleared both me and Amigo to go back to school tomorrow. We are no longer contagious I’m relieved — I think. I’m a bit nervous because there’s so much happening in my school that it’s going to feel like jumping onto a roller coaster mid-ride.
Amigo will be tired. He still needs a lot of sleep. I expect him to come home from school, crash on the couch, and only get up for supper and homework. Oh, yes, and to take his Zithromax. That’s right, the kid has another ear infection. Double or single infection, you wonder? Neither. And both. The lovely doc called it “one and a half”. One ear is firmly infected, and the other is just starting. So yes, at age 15, he is treating his second ear infection in four months. Isn’t he supposed to outgrow these? Amigo depends on his hearing more than most because he has so little vision. We’ll monitor this, and monitor it closely. If he needs ear tubes again, even though he’s a teen, we’ll say, “do it.” Hearing loss is not to be taken lightly.
Which leads to — in my trip to the doctor, I came out not with ear infections, but with moderate wax build up. Too Much Information, you say? People with hearing aids often get this. Where most people’s earwax works its way out of the ear canals naturally, my hearing aids/ earmolds get in the way. Anything that could block my hearing is a bad thing, so the nurse flushed out both ears today. Begone, you waxy substances!!
We’ve coped with the whole flu visit by resting a lot, drinking liquids, and prioritizing. I did a minimum of laundry — underwear and socks. If anyone needs more, they’ll have to wash it themselves. I cleaned the smallest bunny-litter box, and the other one will have to wait. Or Husband will have to do it.
I slept better last night. So did Amigo. Our coughing jags are less frequent, so we’re not waking up at night hacking and barking. We only do that by day. Um, that’s good, I think.
I’m doing too much thinking. Time to make lunch and take a nap while I still can. Tomorrow we rejoin the world.

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>Chocolate is the cure

>There’s a Nestle’s Crunch bar in my schoolbag. It’s been there for at least a month. I haven’t eaten it (yet). My co-worker handed it to me one day in return for a favor. I reminded her that she didn’t have to bribe me, and I really did try to give it back, but she insisted. Just twisted my arm. Ouch. Uh-huh. I was totally forced to accept this chocolate bar.
Segue to the current day. My period is starting, I had a challenging day at school teaching sex ed to sixth graders, and now I sit with a cup of sugar free Cafe Vienna in front of me. I plan to read the newspaper or pick up a book and slowly sip this delectable beverage. I just haven’t decided what my after-school snack will be.
I’ve been rereading the Harry Potter series in preparation for the summer debut of the seventh and last in the series. I just pulled the third, Prisoner of Azkaban, off my shelf last night. I really enjoy observing the writer’s craft, the way JK Rowling develops her plots. I hadn’t realized that she uses the term “Azkaban guards” for several chapters before actually introducing the Dementors by name.
Come to think of it, the newspaper and the real world can wait. I think I’ll combat this PMS with a cozy blanket, a cup of Cafe Vienna, and a Harry Potter book. And if I encounter any of those nasty dementors —
I might have to open my school bag for the cure.

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>How cold was it?

>Blooming Meadows, Cold Spring, Rapids, Edgewater, Clay, Rock, Maple, Oak, and Homestead are all roads I passed on the route home. Dark Acres and Spring Creek were both subdivisions-in-progress. Despite the seemingly contradictory names, they are only miles from each other. I keep wondering if “Spring Creek” isn’t an example of the department of redundancy department.

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>How cold was it?

>It was so cold….
(Insert punch line here.)
On my road trip to take La Petite back to college today, the Transport Weather Report (a.k.a. the minivan’s thermometer) ranged from -4 degrees to a positively balmy +2. Wow. I almost had to unzip my jacket at the sight of the number on the plus-side. The van’s heating system kept up with the cold well enough, as did the defroster. The windshield washer could use some help. I’ll be curious to find out whether the fluid simply remains frozen or if the reservoir is empty. Mythbusters, can you help? Just kidding. The van is down to half a tank of gas, so as soon as I think I can handle standing outside long enough to fill it, I’ll go to the gas station and wash the windows at the same time. Brrrr.
I enjoy the drive to and from the school. It’s mostly along secondary roads — those two-lane highways with lots of farms and little towns and very few type A drivers. With that in mind, take a look at this list. Can you figure out what these have in common?

Dark Acres
Blooming Meadows
Cold Spring
Spring Creek
Rapids
Edgewater
Clay
Rock
Maple
Oak
Homestead

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>All the news that matters — and doesn’t

>I spent most of the day huddled in a blanket on a recliner next to a vaporizer. I drank half-caff coffee, cranberry-apple tea, and eventually diet Pepsi. My goals were to rehydrate and rest. I achieved both while watching alternately CNN and The Weather Channel.
In my neck of the woods, the high tomorrow might hit 0. Maybe. That’s without wind chill.
In Florida, buildings constructed to withstand hurricane force winds have been levelled by tornados.
But from a newspaper in Biloxi, Mississippi, there came a ray of sunshine. As far as hard news, it wasn’t. But for an average Midwesterner, especially those too far North to cheer for Da Bears, the news put a smile on many a weary, cold face.

Brett Favre is coming back.

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>Half empty or half full?

>The pessimist says the glass is half empty.
The optimist says it’s half full.
The engineer (according to Husband) says that the glass is twice as big as it needs to be.
Kristina made a good comment on my last post: hope is an important philosophy. Mom-nos recently posted about dominant thought, and how keeping it positive is important. A few of my co-workers just planned a get-away weekend later this month so that we can be together as friends, not teachers.
All of these things reminded me to think positive thoughts, cope with what I can, and let go of the worry on that which I can’t control. Isn’t there a saying like that? With that in mind, here’s a re-vision (seriously: a different point of view) of yesterday’s worries.
School behavior: I work with an excellent team. We are all very well trained and understand child development. We have plans in place to teach behaviors and attitudes that can replace the inappropriateness, and consequences in place for those who choose not to learn.
Health: One of our association leaders recently reminded us that we can’t control health care costs because that’s a national problem, but we can control our own health. I just took steps in the right direction with the blood draw and the visit to the foot doc. I plugged in the humidifier a few minutes ago, and I’ll sit next to and read the paper after I post. Blogging, too, is healthy. Simply by changing the way I put these dominant thoughts in writing, I change the direction of my thoughts. Life is still rough, at least this patch, but I can deal with it a little better now.
Family. Kids. We are bringing La Petite home to see the family doctor on Monday. We’ll keep working with Amigo and his teachers and hope that ultimately he takes the bull by the horns himself.
Health: Parents: We’ll hear from the Cataract-less mother today, we hope. We’ll keep in touch with the other paternal unit, too, and share that responsibility with brother-in-law.
And I’ll keep on blogging, blogging, blogging.

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