Category Archives: Life with 2 kids

Beware the Moonbounce: Parental Torture Device in Disguise

Ahh….moonbounce….giant inflatable parental torture device…..how naive I was to your ways when we first met.

How unprepared I was for the blood pumping, heart racing, stress inducing powers you wield behind that inviting mesh door and bouncy facade.

A Parent's Friend or Foe?

How blinded I was by your large happy slide.

How distracted I was by your ability to burn off my crazy children’s energy and make them glee with delight.

So naive.

So unsuspecting.

So unprepared.

Is anyone ready for the reality of a moon bounce? How could I have ever been so unprepared for the possible outcomes that accompany a large jumping device that encourages small children to jump, bounce, fall, and generally act crazy?

But see – it’s not so much the children and their unwillingness to ever leave said parental torture device that presents the greatest challenge to moi – it’s the other parents or caretakers hovering around or IN the moon bounce that leave me fraught with stress, anger and frankly, in yesterday’s instance, RAGE.

Pure Wired Momma rage. I should bottle it up.

C’est vrai.

You’ll have to tell me what you think of what happened yesterday – will you be Team Wired Momma or Team Grandma? And if you’re Team Grandma, please, seriously – weigh in – because I want to know. I promise I won’t unleash my bottled WM rage on your doorstep.

Even though I left the moon bounce with my blood boiling all the way down through to my toes….

As we’re in spring break and generally taking it easy, on Tuesday I found myself at Montgomery Mall with my 2 girls, ages 3 and 6. We really had no plan and no place to be, so we made our way over to Bubble Bounce adjacent to the kids play area. I’ve gone a few times with my youngest and it’s pretty much always empty, sparing me of much of the Moonbounce drama that is inevitable at larger gatherings like say, Butler’s Orchard at Halloween Time. (nightmare – I’m talking to you, parents, who use the Moonbounce as your own personal babysitter while small children wait in unnecessarily long lines to have a turn because you don’t make your kid get out.)

Per the usual, the place was mostly empty but my youngest was squealing with glee because she finally had her older sister there to jump and play with. The girls were getting their shoes off and prepping for some hardcore jumping when I noticed a Grandmother enter with her 18 month old granddaughter in the stroller and inquire if there is an age requirement. The women at the front desk just noted if she’s comfortable with it, then by all means, go right ahead – just sign this waiver here.

A bit later, my girls were jumping in the extra-large Dora/Diego moon bounce and that grandmother was in the moon bounce with her 18 month old. Any time either of my girls jumped within proximity of her grandkid, she made eyes at me – like “get them away from my kid”

I just glared back. Her kid isn’t my problem, and my girls were doing what one does in a moon bounce – which is jump. Please, weigh in now if you disagree with me. I think we can all see now where this story is headed…..

Soon after my girls ditched that one for another moonbounce and frankly I was a little relieved.

Nearing the end of our 30 minute session, they decided to head back into Dora/Diego to test it out again. This time Grandma was in the way back of the moonbounce with her grandkid. My girls ended up that way – jumping past them  (why must children gravitate to each other in one square inch of an otherwise 40 foot moonbounce?) – and Grandma says loudly to my 6-year-old “Be careful!” as she passed by the grandkid.

Immediately, like the grizzly mama that I am – I am on ALERT because my 6-year-old’s job is NOT to worry about her grandkid. Now – don’t get me wrong – of course she knows to be careful when babies are around and to let them go first, not push them, etc etc — but if you are in a moonbounce then you know that children are going to ….JUMP…around you.

Now I was on high alert because who was following my 6-year-old but my admittedly high energy 3-year-old who absolutely does not give a shit about a baby.  She isn’t going to try to hurt a baby but she absolutely is not going to take an extra precaution because there’s a baby around her. She’s three.

As she is happily jumping right past the baby, this grandmother raises her voice at my 3-year-old – not quite shouting but one decimel below it – and says “BE CAREFUL THERE IS A BABY RIGHT HERE”

Imagine the camera panning to my face…surely it flushed bright red with seething anger as I very firmly and angrily barked across this enormous Moonbounce to my new enemy
DO.

NOT.

RAISE YOUR VOICE

AT MY KID!

If only I had Gumby arms, they would have practically been wrapped around her neck by then.

I could feel the blood boiling seriously all the way to my toes.

This woman barks back at me “She is just a baby, they need to be careful!”

I was FURIOUS. I said “Excuse me, my kid is also little, she is three, and need I remind you that you are IN A MOONBOUNCE where children jump!”

Then suddenly, out of Diego’s backpack turned into life boat, another Mother pops up – I didn’t even see her there – it’s like I am Dora-Diego hell. This woman is holding ANOTHER 18 month old.

How could there be TWO of them there?
And she pipes up in defense of Grandma, barking back at me “She’s not yelling at your kid but when there are babies, they need to be careful.”

Clearly I’ve got no dog in this fight and as I am raging mad, I’m considering the example I’m supposed to be setting for my kids and I’m wondering if I could be in the wrong here – are they right? Is it my 3-year-old’s responsibility to worry about babies in a moonbounce?

Or is it their responsibility to PICK UP THEIR BABY when they see other kids coming their way if they are worried about the outcome?

Team Grandma or Team Wired Momma?

Fortunately our 30 minutes were up, so I had an easy out, which was to corral the girls out of the moonbounce and leave but if you know me, you know I wasn’t leaving them with the last word and I huffed “When you opt to go into a moonbounce, you invite children to bounce around you, that’s what it’s here for.”

Then as luck would have it, my precious, innocent angel of a 3-year-old chose that moment to throw an epic tantrum, complete with Speedy Gonzales running legs as I’m lifting her out of the moonbounce and her old favorite tactic – the try to claw mommy’s face because I am so mad but I refuse to use my words – fit.

Ahh…spring break bliss…..and proof that my demon child was out to hurt their babies……..

Thank you moonbounce.

So – what say you – of the politics of Moonbounce Spring Break 2012? Team Grandma or Team WM?

And am I alone in this tortured relationship with the Moonbounce?

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Cloud of Confusion

“Mommy, I collected $100 for Pennies for Patients for my class!” exclaims my daughter as she bounds off the bus one day.

“Really?” I say skeptically, realizing that even though she hit up her grandparents and her aunts and uncles over brunch for spare change and extra dollars for the school fundraising cause, it seems highly unlikely that she even scourged together $20 in that small little collection box.

I'm thinking it's time to refine my technique?

“Are you sure you collected $100?” I follow-up with.

“MOM! I SAID I collected $15!” she declares indignantly.

“Okay, great. That sounds right, I’m sure that will help your class win the Pizza Party. $15 is great!”

“MOM – why aren’t you listening! Mrs. Parker said maybe it was $14.”

Does she have a future in accounting, like her father, I begin to wonder. As she runs me in circles with her tales of fundraising, I start to wonder if I’m the only parent that can’t get a story straight with a six-year-old. Or maybe she is right and I am the one who is confused here. She seems so confident in her responses…

Then there’s the three-year-old. She is further proof that I am failing in my ability to retrieve substantive information. Or rather, perhaps the truth is, how we define substantive information is defined quite differently.

“Why did you go poopie in your pants?” I asked her recently when she had an accident despite being months past that point.

“Because I went poopie in my pants,” she matter-of-factly states.

“Why did you cry at school today?” I ask her when I picked her up from preschool and her teacher noted she got emotional.

“Because I cried,”‘ she responds plainly.

“Why did you wake up before the sun got up today?”

“Because I waked up,” she says, almost annoyed that I am wasting everyone’s time with such lame questions.

WHY do I keep asking WHY? And yet I do. I fall for it every time.

Here we are, knee-deep in the three-year-old phase of responding to a question by re-stating the question. And the six-year-old phase of fooling you into thinking they know what they are talking about but really they don’t, they just have more language skills than a three-year-old, so you start to actually believe they do know. Something. Anything.

Here’s my other favorite with the Kindergartener  Teen in Training:

“Who did you sit next to at lunch today?”

“I don’t remember,” she says with an annoyed tone.

“Okay, well, who did you play with during recess?”

“I don’t remember,” she repeats again, totally ignoring moi.

“Umm, should I take you to the doctor because these things just happened 3 hours ago and you should probably be able to remember.”

“MOM! NO!”

Then I revise my strategy. Perhaps it’s my fault, I am approaching the questions the wrong way, let me ask more specific questions, by first warming her up.

“Did you like your lunch today?”

“Yes.”

Okay, I am thinking, so she doesn’t suffer from amnesia. She DOES, in fact, remember eating lunch, well enough to know she liked it.

“Did you have reading groups today?”

“Yes.”

Okay, more specific questions work with a six-year-old, I am feeling victorious, I am making progress, I am showing interest in her day and placing an importance on her education by asking her questions. The experts should be SO proud of me.

“What did you read during reading groups, was it interesting?”

“Mom, I don’t remember.”

STONEWALLED at six.

Given answers by re-stating the question at 3.

I am raising a politician and living with a teen, apparently.

Tell me I am not alone.

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The “Chore Wars” and the “Second Shift”

Another busy week here at WM – so I am re-posting something I wrote last summer – because I notice a lot of traffic still coming to my site from this article and well – the topic is still relevant to all of us: the second shift, the roles of dads, and more. So please – read on and comment!

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I eagerly purchased the August 8 Time Magazine issue with Ruth Davis Konigsberg’s cover story “Chore Wars.” I was ready to hear the news, I was excited for her insights into new research. I read it and was irritated and disappointed because there seemed to be so much opportunity for a new discussion, one focused on the increasing role of fathers at home, the struggles fathers face with balancing work and family but instead it was clouded by the same old woe-is-me of the second shift facing moms and boring old attempts at stoking the fire in the mommy wars debate.

Over the past two weeks, I struggled with which direction to take my reaction to her article because there is so much to say. In the end, I’ve decided that the more productive thing is for me to point out what, from my perspective in my experience as a full-time working mom, she missed. I also want to point out where, from my perspective, as an at-home mom (who also works but what sort of “label” is there for a mom who can wear whatever she wants, is home with her kids, but crams work in when they nap and at night?) – where she really confused me in her argument and analysis of new data.

Can you relate?

Issue #1: Working Moms & Time Spent with Children

First, in case you haven’t read the piece, the allure of the title is meant to enlighten you on new research that basically invalidates this notion of the “second shift” for working moms because new research shows that fathers are doing much more around the house and fathers feel much more pressure to get home and engage in their kids lives. Personally, I really can’t stand it when researchers give us precise time breakouts – in this instance we learn that working women are doing 1hr. 10 min. a day of “child care” and men are now doing an average of 53 min., almost 3x the amount they did in 1965. My first question is this: Since when do we refer to being with our children as “child care”? And secondly – really – who does this apply too? If someone had told me when I was working full-time that I spent 1 hr and 10 min a day with my kid, I would have smacked them in the face because I clocked every minute I spent with my kids and every minute mattered to me – it mattered so much that I raced around like a fool to every other part of my daily life – just to be sure I got as many minutes as possible with my young daughter. And also, my kid woke at 5:30am, so I well surpassed that hour before I even left for work. So can we stop with the minute-by-minute break down people?

Secondly, the author skims over the fact that time diaries don’t account for the stress women feel when managing a family and keeping the schedule a float and to me – that’s where much of the story is when you are talking about full-time working moms and time. Just keeping the family schedule takes an extraordinary amount of time and organization, whether you go to an office all day or stay home, and the stress of managing it and keeping things running smoothly is something that in my experience, usually the moms handle.  And as much as we bitch, most of us handle it because we are control freaks and the idea of letting it go to our husbands makes us recoil. Whether we admit it or not. Also, when I was working full-time, I might have complained about how time-consuming it was but also, it kept me very involved in the day-to-day, something I needed to quell my own issues with being gone.

Back to the “chore wars” concept, I think that this piece was not meant to pit women against men, however, and really no good comes out of that. This notion of accounting for time spent and tracking inequities only perpetuates anger and resentment among couples with young children because it’s completely unrealistic to think that the responsibilities that come with raising young children can be divided equally. It also doesn’t account for the fact that often times, especially when sick, little kids just want their moms. So it’s mom who is going to leave work, call pediatrician, fill prescriptions and launder the vomited sheets. And make no mistake, mom is exhausted but mom loves to be needed. Even if she’s bitching at her husband along the way. That’s parenthood – so the media’s constant interest in perpetuating the concept of fair division of labor is unnecessary and unproductive. It ain’t ever gonna be equal or fair, people, not when we’re talking about young kids. It’s just damn hard work.

Issue #2: Working Moms & Free-Time

To me – the real story when she was focusing strictly on working  moms and time – is on free-time. She skims right over what was, for me, the biggest struggle and most exhausting part of working full-time and having young kids. She notes that research shows the quality of free-time for working moms has worsened: “women have less opportunity to relax in a way that recharges their batteries.” Umm…could there be a bigger understatement? Here’s where I think there is an important distinction when you talk about the lives of women working in an office all day long and women who stay home with their kids, whether they work-at-home or whether their full-time job is tending to the kids (which, let’s not forget, is an ENORMOUS full-time job). When you work full-time, unless you have the luxury of having a nanny who not only keeps your house clean when you are gone and does your kid’s laundry, but also runs all your errands, buys your groceries and preps your meals (which most people don’t have), then this leaves you the weekend to get lots of work done to keep the house going. But the weekend is also when you get that quality uninterrupted time to spend with your kids that you crave from being gone all week – which means if you’re anything like I was – you usually spend afternoon nap time racing around like a maniac getting everything done – which means you have little-to-no time that is just for you. And everyone needs some quality time just for themselves. So again, it was disappointing to me that in this area – which is so critical and so exhausting for working moms – this topic was just sort of glossed over so we could instead evaluate how many minutes we spend with our children compared to at-home  moms.

Speaking of those pesky at-home moms, I actually do belive that at-home moms have a greater chance to find free time on the weekends than working moms because they NEED time AWAY from their children -and it’s good to let the husbands have some alone quality time with the kids – so the at-home moms can – and do – head out on weekends by themselves to decompress and recharge their batteries.

Issue #3: The Inevitable Pitting of Working Moms Against At-Home Moms

So again, this piece on chore wars and the division of labor between spouses ended up adding fuel to the mommy wars with this ridiculous time diary research stating that “The group that has benefited the most from women entering the work force is, ironically, stay-at-home mothers, whose husbands are doing more child care…Among married couples with children under 6, Bianchi’s analysis shows non-employed mothers spend only 10 more hours a week on child care than moms with full-time jobs.”

Ok. What?

First of all, again, why does she keep referring to raising our own kids as child care?? Isn’t that called parenting? And secondly, I conducted a totally scientific research study by revisiting my past self as a full-time working mom and spent some time with her vs. my current self who is home full-time and I can tell you this: I spend WAY more time with my kids than 10 hours a week more than my past self did. Where do they get this crap and can we get some context? Specifically because she is talking about families with children under the age of 6, as is the case in my house, so these kids aren’t in kindergarten all day. So unless she found a group of women who stay home full-time and send their children away to daycare most of the day while they toil around and eat bon bons at home, then how is it possible to state at-home moms basically spend a little more than an hour more a day with their kids than full-time working moms? (Could I get that for like a week, though?) This actually really pissed me off because it feeds into this antiquated cultural notion that at-home moms don’t do anything and are “bored.”

My other issue is she skims over the fact that working moms pass off housework duties, thereby lessening their burden at home, but doesn’t account for how at-home moms are exhausted just from maintaining that aspect of a household. When I worked full-time, I always came home to a clean house. If your kids are in daycare all day, they aren’t home tearing up the house. If they are home with a nanny, her job is to make sure the house is clean when you walk in the door. When you are home all day with your kids, you’ve cleaned up 5x by 10am. That’s work in my book. Anyhow, I digress. My point – this “chore wars” piece was more about working moms vs. at-home moms than it was about the wonderful news that  most of us already knew – which is that men are more engaged and involved at home now than they used to be.  

Issue #4: The “Slacker Dad Myth”

So this disgruntled house-work dad is a thing of the past now, eh?

In the end, what Konigsberg’s piece did which was productive, from my perspective, is shed light on new research showing that working fathers feel more pressure to balance family with their careers and yet the workplace makes fewer accommodations for fathers than for mothers. I wish that she had spent some more time focusing on how many employers offer paid paternity leave and how many fathers actually use that paternity leave. One friend noted that though her husband’s firm offered something astronomical like 6 weeks of paid paternity leave, it was “career suicide” to actually use it.

The Wired Momma Conclusion

So – that was my long-winded way of reaching these three conclusions after reading the “chore wars”:

1. Working moms deserve more time to themselves and I’m not sure how they’re going to get it unless their employers offer them more flexibility and the moms use some of that extra flexible time to decompress instead of with their young kids.

2. In my right mind, I can’t see how in the world at-home moms spend only 10 hours  more a week with their kids and why do we even keep talking about it? What purpose does it serve beyond feeding the notion that at-home moms are bored and mindless keepers of children?

3. Dads are doing more – but women are setting themselves up for a world of disappointment when they are pregnant if they actually think there will be a fair and equal division of labor – just buck it up – have an involved husband and realize parenting young kids is more work than you can believe until you are doing it.

Did you read the article? What do you think?

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Wife…No Qualms About It

Below is a post I wrote two years ago – March 29, 2010 – about being a wife. I think Lisa Belkin is either running out of topics or is just having fun baiting people on this topic because I wrote this in response to something she wrote for the NYT Motherlode blog back then…and now she’s covering it again two years later on her new blog with HuffPost. When I wrote this, I had just recently quit working full-time and was still very burned out from work and just sort of enjoying adjusting to a completely different life of being home with my 2 kids. Now two years later, I’m doing a lot more “work” that I get paid for but I’m still doing it from home. My thoughts on this topic – which are essentially this: What in the world is wrong with the word wife – remain the same – whether I am bringing in any income or not. Might it be because I have a sort of partnership with my husband that feels fair to us – trust me, I wasn’t going to say “balanced” or “equal” because if I tried to lead you to believe he knows how to find clothes in the 3-year-old’s room or runs off to the grocery store with a list running through his head – I’d welcome you to come burn and pillage my front yard.  So after exploring working moms the other day, I offer you some retro-WM on WIVES.

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Totally what we all look like

I feel like on a pretty regular basis, I read articles lambasting the idea of being a “wife.” Often they tread lightly around the issue of how this might also imply being a mother-at-home with little or no regular income. But generally, what I read, is a distaste for the idea of being a wife. Usually women are writing it. And each time I am confused. I’m never clear on why being home all day, raising your kids, keeping the house going, getting the groceries, dealing with laundry, playing with the kids, etc – why these are bad things?

I think for some people it can be super draining and boring but for others, it’s not. It just depends. I fall in the “it’s just not” category.

And then I read Lisa Belkin’s piece in yesterday’s NYT Magazine, “The Marrying Kind”, and I felt like while she was headed towards lambasting the notion of a wife, she just flirted with it and then, to my surprise,  moved on to suggest that a new generation of women might enjoy being a wife.

Who says that generation doesn’t exist now? So let’s review – I have officially been home full-time for one year  now. And  I still love it. People still dance around it – with the leading question – are you BORED?
If you ask me this question then you haven’t spent all day, every day, for weeks and months on end, tending to 2 small children.  Mine are almost 4.5 years and 16 months.

But I think the bigger question for others isn’t that I’m bored with my time during the day, most people know 2 small children is a ton of work,  it’s that I’m bored not using my brain. Au Contraire Mon Frere. And here’s why I can say this with such confidence – I chose to leave my career. I was lucky enough to have the option, financially, and I was ready. That’s the crux of it. I didn’t feel pushed out, I didn’t feel like I had no choice, and I wasn’t just sort of wavering out there in professional confusion. I feel like this is what gets skipped over so frequently by the media, by researchers and even by friends and colleagues. I left my career after a strong run that I was really proud of, I wrote speeches for CEOs, attended White House Correspondents Dinners, helped manage media crises for a big industry in high profile moments in time, and sat through plenty of painful staff meetings and technical meetings that ran on into perpetuity. I left when I was ready and I left when I felt fulfilled. I felt like I didn’t have anything big to prove any more.  I felt proven.

I also left at a point in time when I knew that to keep going would mean the next level – and the next level would mean more time away from my family and more time at work – not something I wanted. Some do. I didn’t. I did only before I had children.

So I am happy being a wife. I love that this week is spring break and I have activities planned out each day for my kids, ranging from easter egg dying parties to cherry blossoms and White  House sight seeing, to the playing at the park in the warm sunny 70 degree weather. When I think about work, I think about internal politics, difficult bosses, meetings that waver from agendas and waste everyone’s time and stupid deadlines.  So would I rather being doing laundry and drawing cats and dogs for the 5,000th time, or would I rather be sitting in a staff meeting listening to that one person who loves to hear themself talk, drone on for an extra 20 minutes?

For me, the answer is real easy. Being home is fulfilling, exciting, challenging and exhausting in an entirely different way than being at work. And being here is a privilege every day and a choice I made without reservation. It fascinates me that so many in the media have such trouble realizing that liberated, educated, intelligent women can choose to be a wife and love it.

Belkin talked about how a new generation of women might be embracing the role of the wife and that is due, in part, to the attitudes of the men they are with – these men welcome responsibilities at home, making appointments, attending school events, juggling household duties. So the women can pass off some work to their husbands, and we can buy frozen pie crusts and farm out housework to a cleaning lady. Again, a new generation of women is doing this? Or this is already happening? Cause I’m pretty sure we are well entrenched in that reality over here in my house.

I’d love to stop seeing pieces on how being a “wife” is a bad thing. It seems so out-of-touch to me.

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