Archive for July 24th, 2008

A Not-so-little Problem

9:00 and all is well.  The Schmoop is asleep in her crib (God bless her one-year-old little body that she can finally sleep through the night), Husband is quietly snoring on the couch next to me, and the remote control is all mine.  Too bad there’s nothing on.

I have one little problem.  Daycare.  The problem is this:  S. had been on a waiting list to get into the local Montessori school since May.  And she’s still third on the list.  I think she’s moved up one spot in two months.  The real problem:  school starts in three weeks.  We really want to get her into the school, mostly because of the location.  It is on the way to Husband’s work, and they’re open from 6 to 6, which would be really nice.

Last year, we were blessed with childcare provided by my sister.  S. got to hang out every day with her auntie and cousins.  It was great.  Then, my sister had to go back to work or lose her seniority.  She would have to start over at the bottom, which she wasn’t willing to do.  So, the hunt began.

We interviewed with a lovely woman who would have been perfect, but she chose a different family (What, we’re not good enough for you?  Is my child not cute enough?  Okay, so I might have a felt a little sting of rejection.  It’s normal).  So, we looked again.  We have found a woman who has a home-based childcare, and it looks like it might work out until S. can get into the Montessori school.  I hope we don’t have to go there, but it looks like we will.

So, that’s where we stand.  Positive thoughts, please.  I could use them.

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Nashville or Bust

I’m leaving for Nashville, Tennessee on Sunday morning and won’t be back until Wednesday night, so expect not to hear from me during that time. I doubt I’ll find the time or have the energy to look for a place to check the computer while I’m there.

If you’ve ever been to Nashville or have any ideas about what I should see or do while I’m there, I’d love to hear about it. I’m not a fan of (read: I hate) country music, so I’ve already decided that the Country Music Hall of Fame is out, as is the Grand Old Opry. There are no concerts or events I want to see, I’ve already checked. I’d like to visit the art museum but they close at 5:30 pm and my conference goes until 4 pm each night, so I don’t think that I will make it.

Please comment if you have any ideas at all.

P.S. I’ll be there by myself, if that makes any difference.

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Movin’ on Up

Well, I’ve decided to start another blog. I’m going to be posting at mamadance.wordpress.com as well as here. I wanted to try a different webserver as well as narrow my focus. I’ve learned from many other websites that it’s a good idea to choose one thing to write/post about, and I’ve decided that it’s motherhood. So, if you want to read my rants about being a mother, head on over to Mamadance. I’ll still post here every so often, but I might eventually decide to exclusively post over there. We’ll see how it goes.

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Why We Dance

Mamadancing is when we are our goofy, silly selves, moving and grooving just to entertain our children.  It’s when we shake our butts and make up words to our favorite songs just to get them to eat another bite.  It’s what we do at 2 am when we rock and sway to lull them to sleep after a long, hard day.  We rock, we roll, we jive, we twirl.  We dance.

Mamadancing is also what we do every day when we run between work and home, when we fret over our child while we’re at work, and when we worry about work when we’re at home.  It’s the daily “dance” between worlds that mothers perform to make sure our children have what they need to grow up healthy, strong and self-assured.  Some people call it the rat race or the grind.  I’m an optimist- I like to call it Mamadance.

This blog is in appreciation for those mothers that came before me, those that I find inspiration from, and those that are still to come- the friends and loved ones that are about to embark on their own journey, those that are about to begin the ultimate dance.  Thank you to all of you.  You’re beautiful.

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