Archive | October, 2014

Do Not Tell My Kid About Ebola – A Bubble Story

20 Oct

Yesterday, My oldest daughter HB who is 8, asked me where Dallas was and how long it would take someone to get here from there.

On average HB asks me about 50-100 questions a day and has been asking since she starting talking at 10 months old. Her first words were, “What’s this?” No joke. The kid didn’t start with Mama or Dada, she began speaking at 10 months old with “What’s this?”

So, I told her that Dallas was in the state of Texas and by plane it was about three hours away. “Oh good! I thought maybe Dallas was in California and that the deadly disease was coming here soon,”

Hold up. What did my 8 year old just say to me? Was she talking about Ebola? Who the hell had told her about it? Why do I ever let her leave my side? Why do I let her go to school? Why are there newspapers and news channels? Why do adults talk so loudly at the table next to us at Coffee Bean?!

“Honey, what exactly are you talking about?” I said to HB in my calmest mommy voice I have. She then proceeded to tell me that while out to breakfast that morning with her Dad and her little brother and sister, they had a conversation with the family at the table next to them. The man was a doctor and so was his wife and they had three kids, just like us, and they told Daddy all about the disease that had come to Dallas and was killing everybody. She said they talked about how there was no cure and that it was a horrible way to go.

This is why I am a control freak. Conversations like this is why I feel like I have to be involved in everything that they do. I know they can’t be raised in a bubble. I realize that they are being raised in a big city, Los Angeles, nonetheless. But, why on earth are adults discussing Ebola in front of my three kids all under 8 years old?! Don’t tell me that they were teaching them awareness, this is not a cold. We don’t need to tell them to wash their hands and cover their mouths when they sneeze. This is a terrifying epidemic that children don’t need to know anything about.

I didn’t go to breakfast with them that morning because I wanted to sleep in. While I slept my daughter learned all about Ebola. HB also told me that she shared this new information with her 7 year old best friend. Lord help me. Between the maxi pad commercials and the pre-teens making out on the street, I am being faced with a whole new reality. The strollers and diaper genies are a thing of the past, I am heading into totally new territory now and I think I just started to really feel it.



Call Me A Party Pooper

5 Oct

I am sick and tired of waking up in pee.

I don’t even know if it’s better or worse that it’s not my own pee. I feel like I have had to deal with with my children’s bodily functions for entirely too long.

I’m not talking about changing their diapers when they were babies or toddlers, I’m talking all the other times. The poop blowouts at The Kids Museum, when you forgot to bring a change of clothes. The time both twins had #2 accidents at the park in 102 degree heat. My all time favorite, the time I was pregnant with the twins and called the doctor hysterically to tell her my water broke at 33 weeks. When in reality, HB, who was newly potty trained had snuck into my bed and simply peed on me.

The twins are 4. Completely potty trained for awhile during the day and very recently both decided to start wearing underwear at night. Great! That’s the way it’s supposed to happen, no pressure from me, child led choice. Awesome.

It’s not going well. Two, sometimes three nights a week if I get lucky, I wake up in urine. If you are wondering why they aren’t in their own beds, it seems that they make it to my bed to tell me that they have to go to the bathroom and instead they climb in, start cuddling and let it flow. Out of the kindness of their little hearts they take turns. Usually only one kid per night, but not always. We also seem to have poop under control. Thank G-D for small favors.

The easy solution? Make them go back to wearing Pull-ups and call it a (dry) night. It doesn’t seem that simple to me or to them. This was their choice that made independently because they felt ready. It is a new skill and a new habit that they are learning that may require some time to perfect. If I tell them that I am taking the power away from them because they didn’t succeed immediately, what am I teaching them? If I lock the door to my bedroom and tell them to figure it out on their own, then I might be saying that I’m not here for them when the shit hits the fan, literally.

This too shall pass, I know. In the grand scheme of things if my biggest problem is that my 4 year olds would rather cuddle with me than go into the cold, bright bathroom in the middle of the night, I will take it. Besides I think I read somewhere that pee was good for your skin, or was that beer? If they start coming into my room and dumping beer on me, then we might have a much more serious problem.



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