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Archive for October, 2007

Newsflash: Daycare is a hot topic!

Posted by Isabel On October - 31 - 2007

One of the hottest topics for working moms is daycare. The mention of daycare can send shivers down a working mom’s spine and produce tears of frustration and guilt.

Daycare, we hate it, but we love it. All at the same time.

About as soon as the two pink lines showed up on my pregnancy test, The King and I began looking for a daycare. All of the books told us to get on waiting lists. And so we did.

Before my third trimester The King and I had visited most of the downtown Seattle daycares. Being the anal person that I am, I even had an excel spreadsheet comparing the pros and cons of each daycare, as well as the tuition costs.

Newflash: daycare in downtown Seattle is a lot of money!

As my due date got closer and closer and the waiting lists didn’t get any shorter, we realized that we weren’t going to get to choose which one our baby attended. He would be going to whichever one we could get him into!

Newsflash: daycare is a racket!

After having to extend my maternity leave a week and talking my mother-in-law into watching my newly born Babboo for a few more weeks, we were finally able to get into a daycare. While this particular facility wasn’t our first choice (based solely on the high cost), we were happy to have him in a place we were comfortable with. And one that was close enough for me to sneak over to and breastfeed. (Which, let’s be honest, I only did one time. It was easier to just pump at work.)

Babboo has now been in this daycare since he was born over eighteen months ago. Besides a few incidents of hair cutting without our permission and more stained shirts then I can shake a stick at (why are they so against bibs?), we’ve been happy with this daycare. Babboo is one of many little boys in his class that were born at the same time. He’s known these little guys his whole life. They play together well and are just so stinky cute. The teachers also seem to genuinely like Babboo. That is always a bonus.

Last night, while leaving the daycare after picking Babboo up, I was met at the door by the director. She handed me a pile of papers and said,with a smile of her face; “here’s some info on the tuition increases.”

I was not fooled by her smile.

I thumbed through the pages until I found what I was looking for: actual numbers.

We’d heard a rumor that tuition may go up 10%. We were prepared for something a little under 10%. While The King and I weren’t looking forward to this increase, we figured we’d be able to afford to keep Babboo there for the time being.

Tuition is going up over 20%.

Newsflash: 20% is not 10%! Not even close.

When I got home I read through the paperwork and did not believe them when they said that the increase was due to an audit of other downtown daycares. Babboo’s daycare is saying they are far less then the others. Based on my own audit, they are not cheaper. Not by a long shot.

This morning an e-mail was sent to Babboo’s daycare requesting a copy of their audit. They seemed surprised that we wanted to see it. Frankly, I’m surprised that they’re surprised.

So while as much as we like having Babboo in a daycare in downtown, close to both of our offices, it looks like the new daycare search will commence.

And honestly, it might not be in downtown Seattle.

Isabel is a pseudonym for this Seattle-based blogger. She’s been working since the day she realized soda and lip gloss weren’t free.

Isabel became a mom in 2006 and continues to work full time, outside the home, since diapers and mortgages aren’t free either. You can read far too much about her personal life at hola,isabel.

If you have questions, anecdotes, topics or just want someone to complain about daycare with, email Isabel at holaisabel [at] gmail.com.

“Into The Woods”

Posted by Lucy On October - 30 - 2007

Sometimes I wish I could escape into the woods, especially when it is late in the afternoon and time to fix dinner and the youngins are incessantly whining. But alas, my life is not a fairy tale.

However, Seattle’s premiere Fifth Avenue Theater is currently producing Stephen Sondheim’s most popular musical, “Into The Woods.” This show is sure to help you escape reality for a few hours. It will take you upon an adventure to see what happens when happily ever after isn’t the end of the story.

“Inspired by the timeless tales of the Brothers Grimm, ‘Into The Woods’ tells the story of a Baker and his Wife who journey into the woods on a quest to lift a witch’s curse. On the way they cross paths with Little Red Riding Hood, Rapunzel, Cinderella and a menagerie of other fairy tale characters. They each pursue their individual wishes until their stories become entangled in a variety of unexpected ways.”

Nearly the entire performance of “Into the Woods” is entertaining. There is plenty of wit and clever humor to keep you laughing for hours, especially when it comes to a cow named Milky White and the leap-happy princes of Cinderella and Rapunzel.

The music itself is enchanting and catchy, and the entire ensemble of actors and actresses is phenomenal. I could have sat and listened to Rapunzel sing forever, her voice is pure magic. And delightful 10 year old Ireland Woods who plays Little Red Riding Hood is simply charming. I am sure we will be hearing her name for years to come.

If you have never experienced the coziness and quaintness of The Fifth Avenue Theater, then now is the time to go. This show is playing through November 10th so hurry and get your tickets.

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On Comments, part I

Posted by Bananas On October - 30 - 2007

There’s nothing as magical… or addictive… as your first comment. Comments show that people are reading your blog (can it be true?!)andthat what you’ve written makes them want to respond (glory glory hallelujah!)… There’s nothing more gratifying than THAT. I oftensuspect thatit’s the comments that keep us blogging.

As a blogger, the way that you handleyour comments can go a long way toward establishing a loyal readership, building a sense of community, and making you out to bean all-around nice person.

Ofcourseeveryone reads (and loves) their commenters. But the question is, do you respond to them? And if so, HOW? And more specifically, do you have a strategy for responding to comments?

Because the truth is, the approach that works for you in the beginning, when you have just a handful of these precious comments, may not scale to work so well when you’re getting comments in the double or even TRIPLE digits.

First, let’s talk about the different ways there are for responding to comments.

1) Email. This is simple. You respond to the comment in email with a witty remark, kind words, orclarifying answer toa question.It’s personal, direct, and relatively fast and easy. Obviously this only is an option if the blogging program that you use requires commenters to leave their email address along with their comment.

2) In-line response. You respond to your commenters in the post on your blog where they leave the comment. The obvious downside to this is that it’s a waste of your time unless commenters have either subscribed to your comments or actually come back to see if you’ve responded. The advantage is that subsequent commenters see how diligent you are about reading and responding to comments. And questions that you answer or clarifications that you make are available to ALL readers, not just the one who left the comment in the first place.

3) Return the comment. The last option is to visit the commenter’s blog and leave a comment for them there. This is the most time-consuming option, as it requires that you visit many blogs, read the posts, and think of a comment to leave. But it’s probably the most appreciated. Sure we all like to get email, but what blogger doesn’t LOVE to have someone new visit their blog and leave a comment?

Ok, so before we move into talking strategy, I want to hear from YOU.

How do YOU respond to comments on your blog?

And, as a reader commenting on other blogs, which response do you prefer- Email, In-line response, or Return the Comment?

Catch more of Jenny Blackburns humorous anecdotes onbeing a mom, a woman, and a whole lot crazyat Absolutely Bananas. You can also find her blogging forthe Seattle Post-Intelligencer in . If you have questions, anecdotes, or topics for On Blogging, email .

Rainy Day Fun- Two

Posted by Monique On October - 29 - 2007

Mondays- the universal day for FUN! :)

Here’s a writing prompt to get the week started!

How long have you lived in Seattle? Why here, of all places? Where else would you live, given your choice, and why?

Ill be updating this on Mondays!

There are no rules, just grab that button and play along! When youre done, come back here and leave a link behind. Ill be sure to thank you!! )

Have fun!!! )

Monique is a young mom of two and a half, you can read more of her adventures in growing with her children at Rain Babies. Have any suggestions for Rainy Day Fun, send an email- !

The best things in life are free(cycled)

Posted by Mona On October - 28 - 2007

Frugal FemmeWhenever I need something, I usually ask the following questions: Is it on sale? Can I buy it used? Can I get it for free? Luckily, Seattle has vibrant communities like and Craigslist that answer the free question and regular save my wallet from imminent drainage.

I have received the following for free: my son’s entire 18 month – 2T wardrobe, toys, Enfamil formula (unopened), cloth diapers, a Bauhaus couch, Keratase hair products, etc. Hundreds of dollars saved right there–dollars I can spend elsewhere like on my expensive camera needs!

It is easy to become disheartened by how quickly things can be claimed. There are freecycle ninjas who station themselves at their computers and snap up items. I have cobbled together some tips that have helped me succeed in gathering items for free and can help you wade through the fill dirt, fleece fabric remnants, and broken printers to get to the good stuff.

1. The five mile rule

I never drive more than five miles away from my home or work to pick up an item. It’s not worth to make a 23-mile trek just for a DVD. You don’t need to watch ET that badly, even if it is the Director’s Cut. However, if it is an item that you desperately need and no one else has posted it, then fine, drive to the Canadian border for a Bratz Doll collection, but don’t blame me if you have to fill up your gas tank mid-way.

2. Ask yourself, “Do I really need this?”

Do not become a hoarder. You don’t want to be like that woman I saw on Cops whom the Health Department had to forcibly remove from her house because it was filled with dead cats, newspapers from the 70s, and junk her neighbors had set out for garbage pick-up. It’s exhilarating to find so much out there for free but if you don’t keep that giddiness in check, you can become a hoarder.

Never pick up an item with the intention of fixing it up or using it for something later. You won’t. Do not receive anything because “you want to give it to someone.” That is hoarder talk. Only pick up items that can be used in the condition you receive it, not in pieces for your potential macram project unless you want to live in a house so full of junk you can’t close doors and you have to sleep in the space you dug out between the stack of computer monitors and Christmas decorations.

3. Work your search-fu

This is a Craiglist tip. You will find free items mixed into the other for sale sections despite there being an entire free category. To cherry-pick these finds takes some specific search requests. Entering “free -smoke -pet” without the quotation marks highlights those sweet offerings that are–wait for it–free!

4. One man’s junk is another man’s junk

I generally avoid free piles because the listers rarely detail what is included and what is included is most likely junk. I do not have time to hunch over the side of the road and pick through what someone was too lazy to schlep over to Goodwill. If the listing is in my neighborhood and the person includes a picture or at least some mention of items I’m interested in, I will drive past. This is resulted in awesome freebies only a few times, so I rarely do it now.

5. Don’t flake

That should be simple enough yet many experience the irritating pangs of no-shows. If you do decide to jump on an offering after figuring that it is within your area and you actually need it, follow through. If you cannot make it, contact the person right away and apologize. Don’t be a jerk and ruin it for the rest of us. It’s common sense, yo.

6. Catch more freecyclers with honey

With the aforementioned freecycle ninjas using their stealth refresh page skills, you have to fight to stand out in a swamped inbox. If someone has posted multiple items and you only want one, offer to take everything and you can sort it out at home or better yet, in front of the Goodwill donation bin. Be polite and honest in your reply. Forget the sob stories about how your grandmother is in the hospital and her dying wish is to play Sonic the Hedgehog on a circa 1989 Sega Genesis console. People see right through that.

7. Protect yourself before you wreck yourself

With all the crazies and weirdos on the internet, it’s important to protect your privacy. Don’t be cavalier with your address or phone number. Ideally, it would be best to meet in a public location, but I don’t have time to wait at Starbucks with a used Exersaucer in tow. If I’m offering something up on freecycle, I can easily search the archives to see if the person has listed in the past. Seasoned freecyclers are the least likely to flake so they get first dibs with me.

Do you have any freecycle/craigslist tips? Find a gem so wonderful you have to grab the nearest person and yell, “High five!” Share away!

Mona is a Saipan-born, Seattle-based blogger and mother of one who lives out her adult life on a college student budget. Read more of her inappropriate tales at or email her with any tips, comments or questions at .

Stressed Out

Posted by Carrie On October - 26 - 2007

Pose this question to yourself, do you think kids these days are more stressed out than you were as a child?

My first reaction to this question is absolutely, without a doubt.

My childhood, in the mid-seventies to late-eighties, contained hardly a care in the world. I can recall walking without an adult to the neighborhood store 1/2 mile from our house, without a cell phone. I was allowed to roam the neighborhood streets with my friends and explore some of the vacant lots that are now an oddity with nothing more that my mom’s whistle to beckon me home.

The days of my girlhood were long and seemed never-ending as I approached each new one with a plan.

What should I do today? I would ask myself when I drug myself out of bed in the morning. Should I play Barbies outside and build them a tree fort? Should I ride my bike? Should I swing? Should I visit all the retired ladies in the neighborhood with my friends in hopes of receiving a cookie? Should I play Lincoln Logs and listen to records? Should I go feed the ducks? Should I dress my baby brother up like Strawberry Shortcake (he totally would not go for this, it was only one of my dreams)? Should I climb the cherry tree in the backyard or play in the sandbox? Should I bake something in my Easy-Bake Oven? Should I climb through the culvert under the street and see if I can make it to the other side? Should I ride “Prince”, the best rocking horse in the world since I don’t have a real pony?

Obviously, my thoughts were not riddled with the stress of merely being a kid. Never did I worry about war, what was that, something that happened in the 60’s? Never did I worry about terrorists, I don’t think I even heard that word until I was in high school. Never did I worry about going to school and being shot by one of my classmates. I did worry about being stolen sometimes, the story of Adam Walsh was pretty popular when I was growing up, but it didn’t stress me out. Never did I worry about the environment, but then again, I don’t think we drove our car unless we absolutely had to – certainly not EVERY DAY! Never did I worry about homework, until the 5th grade when I was assigned my first “essay”. I think I was just concerned about the word – essay. It was a little intimidating. But I didn’t lose any sleep over it. Never did I worry if my parents could pay the mortgage, or whether my dad would ever lose his job. Adult concerns were kept just that, adult (not that there were any concerns over these things, and if so I don’t need to know about it now). Never did I worry about drive-by shootings or rapists breaking into people’s homes in the middle of the night. The news was not on every night at 5 o’clock in our home. I’m pretty sure the only person I knew who watched the news was my grandma. Never did I worry if there was food on the table of every boy and girl all over the world. Never did I worry about the President, or whether I thought he was doing a good job leading our country. Never did I worry about childhood obesity. But then again, a trip to MacDonald’s was reserved only for REAL road trips or the occasional visit to my grandparent’s house in Seattle when they would take us to the play land, with the old McDonald’s character toys that you could actually climb inside (remember those?).

I didn’t have anything to worry about. Other than the bogey man under the bed. Certainly not the hole in the ozone layer or global warming.

I realize that kids of any generation can experience personal stress that would affect them drastically and I had it pretty good, as there was an evident lack of anything resembling that in my idyllic childhood. But the absence of outside stresses and pressures was one felt universally by the majority of people of my generation.

However, the presence of outside stresses and pressures is felt universally by the kids in my own children’s generation, and I believe it is doing them more harm than good.

Children these days are being raised in an immediate gratification society. They are hustled and bustled from school to activity to a sibling’s activity to home to 2 hours of homework to dinner on the run to more homework or another activity before hitting the hay for less sleep than the kids of my generation. They are being bombarded with images, seen and heard, from all kinds of media sources the entire time. They are being expected to complete insane amounts of homework so that the schools can bask in high test scores and receive the necessary funding that should be given to them regardless. They are products of working parents (which isn’t, in itself a bad thing), but who are sometimes more focused on the dollar than the quality of time spent with the families they, themselves, created. They are being pushed and encouraged in sports programs at very young ages. The competition is so fierce in some of these programs to “play up” or join a select team that many kids give up, defeated at age 8. That is sad. What ever happened to learning and enjoying the game and reaping the benefits of being part of a team? When I was a kid, everyone played. It didn’t get serious until high school, when it should.

Is it any wonder that kids are stressed out?

So how do we, as the parents of today’s stressed out kids, strike a balance between providing our kids with the best opportunities, giving them the advantages to succeed in this competitive world and giving them a childhood where they are allowed some “down time” to let their imaginations run wild and actually have the opportunity to be bored, to be a kid?

I believe that one of the biggest gifts we can give our children is the gift of a childhood. There are simple things that we can all do in our everyday lives, working parents and stay-at-home parents, that will allow our kids to be just that, kids. It is never too late.

Try a few of the following things that may fit your family and see if it makes a difference. And if you hear your child say to you, “I’m bored,” than you’ll know that something is working. For without a little boredom, the mind does not have the opportunity to think for itself.

Turn off the tv. Keep tv viewing to a minimum, depending upon your children’s ages. Do not keep it on during dinner time or homework time, as this can be incredibly distracting for everyone and detract from the opportunity for some real interaction. Don’t let your kids watch violent or scary shows before bedtime, either, as this can have a negative impact on their minds and the process of readying them for rest.

Limit after-school activities. You don’t have to completely eliminate programs, especially non-competitive extra-curricular activities, from your children’s lives. But if you have more than one child, scheduling kid’s activities so that no family member has more than 1-2 activities a week, and not on the same day as another family member, will ease the tension in getting everyone where they need to be. You know what is best for your kids regarding how many days a week they can be kept busy with activities, but remember, the more things they are doing, the less time they are spending with you, and they are only children once.

Schedule down-time. Try to schedule time on your family’s calendar each week with blocks of time in which you don’t need to be anywhere or do anything. Sit back and relax. Listen to the kids play board games or, better yet, join them. Encourage them to read a book or take a walk.

Keep the grown-up stuff to the grown-ups. Kids don’t need to be involved in adult problems or discussions. If you and your spouse have an issue that needs attention, go to another room, wait until later, or get a babysitter and discuss it over a dinner out. Try not to talk about your adult drama in front of your kids. They don’t need to hear it. If it stresses you out, just think what it does to your kids.

Give them some breathing room. When my boys were old enough, they began asking to ride their bikes to a location not far from home, but definitely out of my sight. I had to let them, and it was one of the hardest days of my life. I sent them with my cell phone, and told them to call when they’d arrived at their destination. Allowing them some freedom at an appropriate level for their ages let them experience the world on their own a little. And although it was hard on me, it was necessary that they know that the world is not the evil place depicted on the nightly news. Kids should be able to, when they’re old enough, navigate a simple thing like going on a bike ride. It gives them confidence and the opportunity to use all those rules you’ve been drilling into their skulls since they were on their first tricycle.

Be honest. As kids go through elementary school, it is a given that they will be exposed to all kinds of information that may confuse them. They will come home with questions. My advice is to answer those questions in the simplest way you can and don’t embellish unless it’s asked. Don’t use ridiculous names for things either, use the proper terms and be matter-of-fact. Keep the lines of communication wide open between you and your child and assure them that they can come to you with any questions they might have. Tell them that they will not be in trouble, ever, for asking you the meaning of a word or phrase they don’t understand.

Play with your kids. Put all of your own insecurities aside and get down and dirty! Go outside and be silly. Play a game of family charades, or Twister! Sing along to a karaoke machine. It doesn’t matter what you’re doing, just do it with your kids.

Talk to their teacher about homework. If your child comes home with too much homework, if it is stressing them and you out and there is a nightly battle, talk with your child’s teacher. Let them know what is going on at home and see it you can come to a compromise that works for both of you.

Communicate with your children’s school regularly. If you can, volunteer as much as possible at your child’s school. Keeping your finger on the pulse of what is happening can benefit your child in many ways and it sends a signal to the teacher that you care about your child’s education. If you can’t volunteer, send the teacher emails or notes when something concerns you or even just to say that you appreciated something he/she did for your child. Keep the lines of communication open between yourself and the school so that you will have a better understanding of what goes on there.

Say no. Saying no is probably one of the hardest things that we, as parents, must do for our kids. We need to teach them that it is okay to say no and sometimes we can’t say yes to every invitation. Picking and choosing what invitations they will accept teaches kids to make decisions. It also helps them recognize if life is simply too busy to do everything, a skill that will hopefully keep them less stressed about these things.

We cannot change the world, or the events that are taking place globally that affect our kids. We can make little differences in how we react to these events, how we learn about these events and how we educate our children about them. We can control how they walk through childhood by helping them live less-stressed lives. We can teach them the simple pleasures of lying in the grass and looking up at the clouds on a warm afternoon, watching a storm roll in from the comfort of our living room, hearing the rain hit the roof. We can encourage them to succeed in school and sports without over-doing it.

I believe that if we try hard enough, we can help them achieve this balance, therefore helping them become less stressed children. Because they are only children once, they have their entire lives ahead of them to be stressed out. And when they become stressed adults, we will teach them yoga.

Carrie is a stay-at-home mother of three and married to one busy firefighter! You can read more of her mommy meanderings at her personal blog, Third Time’s a Charm?, or email her with questions, comments and suggestions at !

I need me some safety pins.

Posted by Holly On October - 26 - 2007

There’s a new show on PBS that the boys have decided is their new favorite… Super Why? is the animated story of four storybook characters who solve their problems by looking in other story books to find answers. There’s Red Riding Hood, Pig (the son of one of the Three Pigs), Princess Pea and Wyatt. (Who is Wyatt, you ask? He’s Jack’s little brother, of course. You know, like Jack and the Beanstalk? That Jack.)

Wyatt’s kind of the leader of the group and often is the one featured in the story. The boys love that the kids meet as kids at first, but then turn into the Super Readers. They turn around in circles, change costumes and become Super Red, Alpha Pig, Princess Presto and Super Why, respectively. Wyatt has a few catch phrases that he uses in every episode, like “To the Book Club!” and “Super Why here, with the power to read!” (All the Super Readers have a unique power, and the viewer’s super power is the power to help.) Their costumes all have capes, because what is a super costume without a cape?

Big Boy A and Big Boy B now run around the house yelling, “To the Book Club!” They grab books and go sit on Big Boy A’s bed and read. Or, if I’m doing something they’d like to help with, they’re apt to say, “With the power to help!”

This morning they wanted to be Super Why. I asked them what would make them Super Why, and they of course needed capes. Great! Nana gave them towels with their names embroidered on them a couple of Christmases ago, and they would work perfectly!

Except for the fact that I don’t have any safety pins. I know, I know… it’s in the mother’s handbook somewhere that you always, always, always need to have safety pins on hand just in case.

I’ll be going to the store to get those safety pins now.

To the Craft Store!

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Lessons in Made In China, part I

Posted by Lela On October - 25 - 2007

So our family has hopped on the “Without Made in China” bandwagon. Only we aren’t limiting ourselves to a year. We are in hopes that if enough people start doing this, the retailers will start paying attention to the fact that we as Americans don’t like losing our jobs. We don’t like paying for cheap merchandise that falls apart a week after we buy it. And we don’t like our money supporting these companies paying children to work in sweatshops in a foreign country. A country that has no EPA to govern the state of their environment, or the pollution that is killing it and it’s people. Not that we are buying only American made items, not yet anyway. But if given the option between the two, I’m taking American made anyway. I hold no grudge against China or Chinese people, I have some very good friends that are Chinese and they are great. But that does not mean that I have to support the sub-standards that China persecutes it’s citizens with.

I started my “Made in China” ban before I even started reading the book “A Year Without Made in China”. I had read some reviews of the book, and other bloggers opinions of the idea. As well as talked to family members about it. And it seemed like a good idea. I thought, it can’t be that hard to find something not made in China. Then my mother-in-law and I went on a shopping trip yesterday. We picked through clothes looking for items we liked. I checked labels for the stuff I wanted to buy as we rounded our way to the cashier. Uh-oh, the shoes I wanted to get my daughter, the shoes with little skulls all over them that would make her squeal like a school girl on a pixie stick high, were made in China. I told my mother-in-law “We can’t get these”. She asks why and I tell her “Because they are made in China”. At this point I get a wary eye from the cashier. I don’t really care though. For one, this is my choice not his. And two, I’m not going to take an opinion from someone in department store retail wearing a t-shirt and jeans very seriously. Not that I want to sound snobby, but seriously, I’ve never had a job where I can wear a t-shirt and jeans in front of customers.

As we get in the car after our successful shopping spree, discussing the “Made in China” issue. Of which my mother-in-law and mother are both on board fully, I’d like to add. We broach the discussion of where to have lunch. At which my mother-in-law suggests “Oh we can go to that nice little Chinese place by your house!” My mother-in-law makes suggestions like this not intentionally trying to be funny or callous. It’s just part of her nature. I look at her and say “That’s a little ironic.” She catches on at my remark. I always enjoy the dawning look on her face when she realizes what she has just said. We both start laughing. We are not banning Chinese food, by the way. It was just an irony filled moment. We do however eventually decide on a Teriyaki place that is really good that she had not visited before.

This morning when I was going through the clothing we had purchased. I come across two sweaters I had picked out for my youngest son. Both sweaters were made by the same company, so at the store I had only checked one of the labels, assuming that they were both made in the same place. I would be wrong. When I checked this morning, I looked at both sweaters before I pulled the tags off and noticed that one of them was in fact, made in China. It’s back to the store we go after we drop little butt off at school. How ironic would it be if we had the same cashier? “And your reason for returning the shirt ma’am?” “Because it’s made in China.”

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The difference between us

Posted by Stephanie On October - 25 - 2007

Whenever I go anywhere with all three of my children aged five and under, people can’t but help to observe (aloud) that I have my hands full. Whether they think I am crazy, or are in awe or are disgusted, I don’t know. But they certainly like to tell me (as if I don’t know) that I am a busy lady. When they say such things, I smile and chuckle and my life of conquering toddler meltdowns goes on.

And though being a mom keeps my plate pretty full, I also manage to participate in the women’s activities at church, sell Mary Kay, and of course, blog among other things.

I think I am pretty normal, but I am totally baffled as to why people are so baffled about all the things that I fill my time with.

For example, there is this woman at my son’s preschool (we’ll call her Jan) who is just constantly amazed (or so it would seem based on her comments) as to how I get it all done. “You have three kids and you do all that? Wow, ” she says. Followed by, “I can’t even imagine. I have such a hard time with just one kid.”

Seriously?

To her credit, her child is a handful, and I am not out to offend parents of only children either, because parenting is tough no matter how you slice it. But Jan’s comments make it sound like she is just totally overwhelmed with her life and doesn’t have room for any other activities. Everytime I see her she seems frazzled. I mean, he’s toilet trained. I feel bad for her, because she seems legitimately stressed, but I don’t know how to relate.

And then last night as I looked around my dirty house it dawned on me. As I shuddered at the laundry everywhere and the cereal ground into the carpet and the milk spills on the pergo I figured it our. As I smelled the bathroom smell that I can’t quite extinguish and stepped in something sticky I suddenly knew. Deep within me I just knew. Well, okay, fine. I assumed.

Jan has a clean house.

And I don’t. I don’t have time (or desire) to clean! I’m way too busy don’t you think?

Moms Like Sex Too: Let’s Talk about Sex, Ba-by

Posted by Happily Even After On October - 25 - 2007


It used to be that my girlfriends and I talked about the stuff that really mattered in life: sex, love, relationships, sex, anything-NPR, sex, where-to-get-cute-clothes-cheap, relationships, love, and sex. Nowadays, it seems like the most titillating part of the convo has been mislaid (so to speak) in favor of a new hot topic: Kids. In fact, along with blogs and , kids are one of the things we here at Seattle Mom Blogs all have in common.

But Im one of those immature, gutter-minded gals who thinks talking about sex is about as much fun as laughing at fart jokes. (Translation: I LIKE talking about sex.) And even if my fellow Moms dont go in for humor circa seventh grade, sex is what got most of us in this position in the first place. Which means that we also ipso facto have SEX in common.

So I think we should talk about it.

Now dont get me wrong, I like discussing the dishwasherability of baby bottles as much as the next Mom. But somewhere along the way, I started missing those steamy conversations with the grrls about all things sensual. And I began wondering where those conversations (along with my sexy lingerie) had slunk off to.

Here’s what I realized: Juicy conversations with my friends actually started waning when things got serious with the . Before then, I was more loyal to my girlfriends than the flavor of the month, and so conversations about size, stamina, hairy backs and so forth were fair game. But then things like discretion and respect and trust came into play. And sex talk went from spicy-hot to medium-mild. Even so, my girlfriends and I were clever and creative; we figured out how to pepper our conversations with sex (as a topic) without being disloyal or disrespectful or creepy.

That is, until the came along. Becoming a Mom was definitely the death knell of sex conversations. Not because I became even more private (nothing like a discussion about cervical dilation to open things up) but because of one naked fact: Who has time anymore? Its hard enough to arrange to SEE my girlfriends, let alone see them sans kids, in a private, comfy place, with enough wine and ice cream and laughter to get the sex talk flowing freely.

Which is where this column for Seattle Mom Blogs comes in. Because if we cant all sip wine and discuss sex in the comfort of MY living room, then lets do it in our own, separate living roomsvirtually.

And dont worry: I am neither bold nor creepy enough to blog about my own personal sex life or my husbands (VERY LARGE) shoe size in this column. What I will blog about are the ups and downs, ins and outs of sex and motherhoodbased on news articles, facts and stats, titillating trivia, and, of course, girl talk. So please, if you have a question, topic idea, or bit o news about sex and moms, by all means, pass it on.

So curl up with your laptops, Ladies. Grab your hot dates Ben & Jerry. And get ready to indulge in a little harmless pleasure. In George Michaels words, Lets talk about sex, ba-by. Because, after all, Moms like sex too.

I got a good catch!Writer and mom Janna Cawrse is writing a relationship memoir called The Motion of the Ocean: 1 Small Boat, 2 Average Lovers, and the World’s Longest Honeymoon (Touchstone Fireside, summer 2009). You can read more about relationships at her Seattle Post-Intelligencer blog . If you have questions or topic ideas for Moms Like Sex Too, email janna [at] seattlemomblogs.com.