I may be the last person in the world who got that "Bucket List" refers to "kicking the bucket." I thought it was just some movie I didn't go see. But, now that I get it it inspired this little rant/introspection. As we near the end of the year people start talking about resolutions or goals. We all have our hopes and aspirations.
Maybe it's better to dress like Zsa Zsa Gabor when changing a diaper? I'm trying something new this year. For the first time ever Cool Mom will be a direct portal of sales through it's vlogs. Or vlog rather, I only have this one here. And it's not extensive product it's one cutio cocktail ring ( well, a bangle as well). I think I'm like other mom's as well in that a large portion of my shopping has become online, after the kids are asleep and I'm surfing around. Hopefully, for something I wouldn't find in a store and at a good price.
As people muse about resolutions for this fab New Year I have one to add to the usual, don't stuff myself with baked goods, workout everyday, read a book with more substance than People Magazine... I have one more aspiration of late: Raise My kids to be Chinese.
A big - if not THE reason - mom bloggers have become such an significant presence online is because many of us are shut-ins. This isolation can drive some to go inward, become depressed, drink too much, talk to themselves or act like characters in a children's show. But, enough about me. One could also choose instead to have delusions of grandeur.
This isn't as dated as it seems since I recently got some "New Years" cards. They can be cute and charming, but after Jan 1, I'm over it. The information in New Years cards doesn't stay with me in the same way as the ones that arrived pre-Christmas and have fallen off the mantle 12 times.
Here is a typical day at my house: I read Shakespeare to Rex, have him practice his reading of "Howl" and then after nap his violin lessons. He has a lot to learn before he is two (next month!). But, mom's lessons are big and small, vast and microscopic. Some can't be seen by the naked eye.
This falls under the heading of "times I know I'm not a great mother". Well, yes, that can be a big basket full of errors. A veritable overflowing canvas bin of broken toys that you are not allowed to throw out. But, dang, how did pioneer moms get through their duties before TV?
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