Tag Archives: Parents

Find the Gold



This is true on an everyday level

First Date Night


Yellow love

This past Friday night my husband and I realized we were going to be alone with no children, no place to be and we could actually spend some quality time together— alone. The first time with no schedule since AUGUST! What did this mean? Date night!! The fact that we wound up in Home Depot looking at wood flooring is irrelevant.

We started the night out at a nice restaurant. Now let me start by saying, my husband and I have been married for almost twenty years. We can spot another couple on a first date from blocks away. If you have been married for a long time, you know what I am talking about! The ‘First Date Couple’ actually make solid eye-contact, there are drinks and appetizers on the table like money is no object, the guy is hanging on every drab word about her day at work, and the girl is laughing at every single thing that comes out of the guys mouth.

This is cute to watch, at least to me.

I know my husband and I haven’t had a solid night by ourselves since August but this couple at the next table grabbed our attention. Something inside of me wanted to cheer for this new love that was blossoming.

It quickly went bad very fast.

After what I assume was one too many drinks they were having, I overheard her say something about being glad to be back in the area. From what I gathered (yes, I was listening!) she just moved back to the area and was glad to be out on a date and was happy their friends fixed them up on this date. She really needed a break from the move. IT WENT SOUTH FROM THERE!

I couldn’t see the facial reactions of First Date Guy to what was about to happen but she was like a train wreck that wouldn’t stop. I heard a story about her belief in UFO’s and her sightings of them. Not to get down on UFO people but a first date is not the place to bring this up! This went on for sometime. From there she kept talking about her bad relationship with her father, a crazy uncle, and at one point yeast infections. I KID YOU NOT! It was painful to listen to and it wasn’t like she was talking quietly either! She was very loud. I knew we had to be on Candid Camera because this was unbelievable. I wanted to get up and say, “STOP WOMAN! JUST STOP! ARE YOU NERVOUS! THEY HAVE TO HAVE MEDICATION FOR THIS!”

When it was time to leave, we paid the bill and headed to the front. My husband walked to the bathroom as I sat on a bench doing more ‘people-watching’ and trying to mentally digest what I just heard moments before when I saw First Date Guy walk into the bathroom where my husband was. I was quietly wishing that my husband would strike up a conversation with the First Date Guy in the bathroom and find out WHAT IN THE WORLD WAS GOING ON. Apparently, men don’t talk in the bathroom. I learned that Friday night!

I asked my husband when we walked outside, “Did you talk to First Date Guy in the bathroom? Or was he trying to climb out the window?”

His reply, “No. What were you wanting me to ask? ‘Were those facial piercings you have more painful than your date?'”

Isn’t it awesome to know that God makes us each unique! Maybe First Date Guy fell in love that night? My optimism for happy endings isn’t dead. Just because it was painful for me to witness, doesn’t mean it was painful for them. Maybe… Who am I to make this judgment? She was just being herself I guess.

So, yeah, that was our date night… it was pretty good…

Parents, you did not give birth to Bank Robbers… I don’t think…


July 2012 Chicago 206

I wrote the following post in October of 2006 when my children were much younger. If I were able to tell my ‘younger mom self’ anything it would be to Chill Out. The bedtimes become easier, stop the stressing, if they aren’t in bed by 9 pm they will not grow up to become bank robbers because you couldn’t keep a solid bedtime schedule. They will not fall in with the wrong crowd if you can’t wrangle them in bed on time. My boys are teenagers now and all my worries are for not. So– to every mom and dad out there that feels overwhelmed by the bedtime ritual- I have felt your pain— but alas– chill out. The above photo was taken of our boys last summer in Chicago ~~~~comedians- yes, bank robbers- no~~~~

Bedtime…. 10/17/06
Why is putting children to bed so trying on parents? I remember when I only had one child and bedtime was relatively peaceful. With another child added the more hectic bedtime rituals have become. They make a spitting game out of brushing their teeth and I have lost count of all the ‘illnesses’ my oldest son comes down with once he is in bed. He could run a marathon, play board games, ride his bike till the cows come home but once he settles down and is all covered up that is when he decides he has something in his eye, a sore throat, or remembers he hasn’t had a bowel movement in two days and he thinks something is wrong. Then in the morning when I ask how he feels it is always a blank, “Fine, why?” *sigh*
I have read countless books and articles on this subject, listened to wise older relatives but I am still finding bedtime stressful. The experts say calm down your bedtime ritual by turning off the TV an hour before bedtime. Have them drink a glass of warm milk. Don’t give them anything to eat or drink before bed, which negates giving them warm milk before bedtime.?. Give them a soothing bath. Read a book. Say prayers. Turn on their night light. Check their closet for monsters. Make sure they use the restroom. See that they have their favorite blanket. Convince your children that no one cut the moon in half it is supposed to look that way. Come On People… In the perfect world you may be able to do all these every night, but we do not live in a perfect world.
My question I guess is: when are children expected to go to bed with minimal interference? I know they are only little once and I respect that argument but between cooking, putting up leftovers, dishes, cleaning, sweeping, laundry, checking homework, bills, husbands, dogs, making lunches for the next day and so on. Is it too much to ask for a few nights a week that end in a solitary, “Mom and Dad, I am going to bed now. Goodnight and I love you.” Does this make me a bad Mom? I will admit that I have said to my children on more than one occasion ‘Just go to bed. Not one more word’. They are old enough to brush their teeth by themselves, put their pajamas on and make their bed all by themselves they then should be expected to go to bed at least a few times a week without me pulling my hair out?
Then again I don’t want to complain too much because I know in a few years when they’re teenagers my focus will be ”why aren’t they home in bed yet?” I have talked to countless other families and I know I am not alone in these reactions nor is this the first generation to confront the strife of the terrible catastrophe of bedtime. My grandmother had 7 kids and she still has all of her hair! Now not every night follows this pattern but more times than not this is how it plays out. Please, don’t get the wrong impression I love being a mom, it has many rewards and I truly believe they are a gift from God and I wouldn’t trade motherhood for all the money in the world. But when 9 pm comes and goes and I am trying to convince my oldest son I don’t see anything in his eye, or convincing him his filling in his tooth has not fallen out, or sooth any fears from my youngest he is not hearing noises under his bed while trying to keep him in it, I may get a little testy. I am sure my frustrations are justified. I fear the only solution is age. The older they get the calmer bedtime becomes; at least this is what I am holding on to.

And yes it does get easier- I PROMISE!!!