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Free Advice Friday! Places to quietly cry.

Dear Kim,

I’m the stay at home mother of two young children. Some days I feel like I’m going to go nuts and I just need some alone time to regroup. Do you ever feel like this? If so, what do you do?

Heidi in Crackinupton, FL

 

Dear Heidi,

You’re not alone sister, I often feel that way! I think every mother does at one point or another. What defines us is how we choose to handle the situation. Oh, and by “regroup” I assume you mean “cry”.

Have you tried sitting your children down and explaining to them just how you feel? When using this approach, I find it’s helpful to use examples from children’s literature and television programming. Phrases like “Remember that time Christopher Robin was up Pooh’s ass?” or “Wow, that Caillou is a whiny bitch. Don’t you find that annoying?” can really parallel your feelings and aid your children in grasping the fragility of your mental state.

However, if after talking with them, you find your kids lack either the empathy or the desire to leave you alone, you might want to go with Plan B (which is now my Plan A).

 

Plan B – HIDE IN PLAIN SIGHT

There are two ways to accomplish this and they both require a little preparation and planning. But trust me, it’s worth it.

 

Method #1 – Undercova Motha (trademark pending)

Supplies:

a twin bed sheet

basket of old clothes

sewing machine

non-toxic glue

Preparation:

Begin leaving large piles of unfolded laundry in the hallway on a regular basis. This step must be done a least one week prior to your first “hide”.

Steps:

1. Lay the twin sheet out on the floor. Sprinkle the clothes liberally across the sheet in a haphazard manner. Rearrange the clothes until only small areas of the sheet can be seen.

*I tend to use more cotton-blend clothing as they breath better than man made fabrics.

2. Once you have the clothes arranged to your liking, tack all the clothes in place with glue. Then, using your sewing machine, go back and reinforce each piece with a few stitches.

*It’s important that you not skip the sewing step- and you’ll want to because you’re exhausted and beat down. But keep in mind, you need this cover to last until your children are well into their teens. Besides, tears stain and your Undercova Motha will need to withstand multiple machine washings.

3. Throw you actual clean clothes in a spare closet. Lay in the hallway covering yourself with your Undercova Motha, curl up in a fetal position, and quietly weep.

This is where I go to be alone.

*refrain from crying to the point of body shudders. Your children will notice their old pj’s moving and the jig will be up.

 

Method #2 – “It’s a Cinch”

Supplies:

33 Gallon black trash bags with drawstring tie.

Preparation:

Tell everyone in the family that you will take on the household responsibility of taking out the trash. Everyday you must leave a full trash bag sitting out in the kitchen or laundry room, throwing it away only when the children go to bed. Much like the preparation for the Undercova Motha blanket, you’ll need to begin this at least a week prior to your first “hide”.

*If you’re the outdoorsy type you can also use this technique in your yard with a bag of leaves.

Steps:

1. Throw your actual bag of trash in a spare closet.

2. Step into a 33 Gallon trash bag and pull the drawstring shut, leaving a small opening for the exchange of oxygen and carbon dioxide.

3. Curl up in the fetal position and weep.

Note: keep your hand inside bag.

*use caution when getting out as the tears may create a slippery surface.

Heidi, I hope this was helpful and just the kind of advice you were looking for – because it’s all I got…well, except for the “Panic Room”. You can find those directions here.

See you in bad parenting hell,

Kim

Free Advice Friday – Wine & Whine

Dear Kim,

I’m writing to you because I know that you are a wine lover. My husband and I are having a very special couple over for dinner next week. They said they like Cabernet (like you), but since we don’t drink wine we weren’t sure if we should serve a Cabernet from the Sonoma or Napa region. What do you think?

Penny in Foryourthoughts, ND

Dear Penny,

Let me answer your question with a little story.

When I was 14, I went to my local pet shop to purchase 2 mice. The shop owner, who reeked of Bourbon and Tab, insisted on picking them out for me. He stared at their bits for several minutes and proclaimed them both boys, so I named them Sparky and Morris. Over the next few weeks Morris got fatter and meaner. It wasn’t until we saw Morris bitch slap Sparky and shriek “Don’t touch me, you asshole!” that my mother recognized the symptoms of pregnancy.

I’m embarrassed to say this, but I returned Morris (renamed Judy) to the pet shop like some wayward teen from the 1950’s. I thought for certain Sparky would become despondent and depressed, but instead he seemed relieved that I had dealt with his “little problem”. I could actually see the stress leave his tiny rodent shoulders. Silly mouse.

Penny, I think you know where I’m going with this…get your guests drunk enough and, like the pet shop owner with mouse genitalia, they won’t know the difference.

And stay away from French wines, you won’t know how to pronounce them and you’ll just look stupid.

Your welcome,

Kim

Dear Kim,

Like you, I’ve been a stay at home mom for 9 years now. My question is- how do I keep from losing myself, the person I was before I had children?

Margaret in Kidtopia, KS

Dear Margaret,

Oh Margaret, Margaret, foolish Margaret- you can’t. I’m so lost that I had a vanity plate made for my minivan that reads “WEAR M I”.

Back in the 90’s I did a stint as a Life coach at S.O.S. Counseling (Stop Officially Sucking). I was a young, single professional that had a naive view of life. The Motto on my business cards read “There’s Always a Way”. Years, marriage, and two children later, I realize my business cards should have said “There’s Always Xanax and Tequila Chasers”.

Somehow my life had changed…

My “excuse me, I have to use the restroom” became “I gotta go potty”. My “Screw you!” became “That wasn’t a good choice”. My purse became a suitcase without wheels, holding everything from tampons to harmonicas (in my purse now. i swear). And my boobs went from perky to a place capable of holding promotional pharmaceutical pens and washable markers.

Here’s my advice Margaret, embrace it. Embrace it and cry until the tears dry up.

If you’re really desperate, you could try taking an invigorating pole dancing class. It will give you those familiar inner thigh bruises and knee burns reminiscent of your wild college days. But when you get home you’ll still have to throw your stilettos in the closet and clean up the baby shit. Is it really worth your Better Homes & Garden reading time?

There’s always retirement,

Kim

Free Advice Friday – Death of a Beloved Pet

Dear Kim,

I we have a cat that is very old and we know she won’t live much longer. We’re starting to think about how we’ll break the news to our kids when she dies. How would you do it?

Thanks,

Kat in Hairballia, MD

 

Dear Kat,

How do you tell your children that their beloved cat died? You don’t.  The way I see it, there is no good way to break the news, and even the best explanations leave the children with heartache and questions about life and death that I’d rather not answer.

If you’re going to follow my advice you have two options: pretend your cat is still alive or convince your children that the cat never existed in the first place.

Keeping her alive…furever.

Take a look at this…

This is our hermit crab Lily, she’s been dead for two months and our kids have no clue.  To keep up pretenses, I periodically move her around the cage and eat a little bit of her food everyday.  And sometimes, when the kids come home from school, I tell them stories of the funny things Lily did while they were gone. To hear me tell it, she’s a real hoot! I recently moved her cage next to the litter box, it helps to explain the fishy smell and it deters them from playing with her as often.

When, our dog, Mr. Bojangles dies I plan on having the local taxidermist stuff him with an electric blanket. We’ll run an electrical cord out of his ass and plug him in so he’ll feel warm and lifelike when the kids kiss him goodnight.

 

Purr-tend she never existed.

If you ask Collin about his dog Skittles, he’ll say “who?”.

Collin believes Mr. Bojangles is the first dog he has ever owned, and that’s by complete design. For the first two years after Skittles’ death we took great pains to remove any reminders of his existence.

The day he died I donated his food bowls, toys, and bed to a nearby animal shelter.  And when Collin got off the school bus and asked “Where’s Skittles?”, we simply said “Who?”. From there on, there was no turning back.

Skittles was cut out of all family photos and Christmas cards, home movies were burned.  I very meticulously replaced the voids with pictures of our current cat.

The back of this photo says “Collin and Skittles. Mittens at Xmas”

All Skittles’ stories and memories were revised.

 “Remember going to the cat park every Saturday with Mittens, that was fun!”

We even made certain to remove Skittle candies from Halloween bags, Easter baskets, and movie concession stands, least they be a reminder.

Right now, our family and close friends are reading this and saying to themselves “I don’t remember them ever having a dog named Skittles.”    Exactly.

Kat, *making your children feel crazy is way better than making them heartbroken. *Therapists may disagree.

Good luck in whatever path you take. But if you use my taxidermist (I included his card) please use my name as a referral; he offers a “one small animal with each referral” incentive program, and our hamster is about to expire.

Kim

Free Advice Friday- anger management

Dear Most Brilliant Mom Ever,

How do I get myself to stop freaking out in front of my kids? And by freaking out I mean..totally screaming SO loud and scaring the children into tears while losing my voice and making my face go numb.

Please advise,

Mom of 2 Crazies.

 

Dear Crazy,

The most “brilliant mom ever”? Wow! Thanks for the undeserved compliment, unfortunately it  won’t make my advice any better. Sorry. But it just so happens Crazy, that your question falls right in my wheelhouse.

Did you know that I once taught an anger management class at the nearby community center? I know what you’re thinking, “A mother, wife, professional trampolinist, Little Miss Delaware 1979, rescuer of dolphins, shampooist…is there anything she can’t do?” Yes Crazy, I can’t remember the passwords to any of my accounts: email, bank, computer login, etc.  Instead, I always choose the “forgot your password?” button. It’s an inefficient way to live.

Anyway, I’m proud to say my Anger Management classes were popular and well attended by members of my community.  Of course, most of them were there through a court order, but I like to think that they really enjoyed the program. We did a lot of singing (“If You’re Happy and You Know It” was popular), role playing, and expressing our feelings through macaroni art.  I saw my fair share of macaroni middle fingers.

I ran the classes for about 3 weeks before it was “suggested” by my boss that I look for employment elsewhere.  He said I became too angry when students missed my class. Damn right! How would he feel if he had to skip the ending of One Life to Live every Wednesday only to find that some “angry ass” (as I called my students) didn’t bother to show?

Well, this one time I had to leave my house minutes before finding out if Cord was the father of Tina’s baby…and goddamn it if there weren’t 3 no-shows to class! WTF?!  I got so pissed that I started throwing those metal folding chairs all around the room while my students stood in the corner egging me on. I think they took some sick pleasure from it.  In fact, had I not crossed the line and flipped over the complimentary Coffee & Donut table, they probably wouldn’t have ratted me out.

I tried reasoning with my boss, but apparently my “Do as I say, not as I do” philosophy was not embraced by the Sussex County Community Center.

This, of course, was all pre-kids.  I knew that if I wanted to be the best mother ever, I needed to stop drinking, swearing, and throwing chairs.  I can help you with the throwing chairs part.

Here are a couple tricks I use to control my frustration and anger level…

You need a panic room

Think of this panic room as a “time out” for you, an escape if you will. Just before you’re about to go bat shit, I want you to quickly and quietly flee to this room for your safety and the safety of those in the house.

I realize that it’s hard to find a house with a panic room (unless you buy one of my old homes) but don’t worry, you can create one on a budget.

I took an ordinary spare bedroom and covered the walls and floors with those foamy egg crates meant for the bed, this absorbs my screaming and protects me from the screaming of my children.  I then added a second layer of goose down comforters because they are soft, warm, and absorb my tears (unlike poly-fill). You’ll also want to add an additional lock on the inside of your door, maybe a deadbolt.  It’s been my experience that your children can open the regular lock by inserting a tiny screwdriver or a bobby pin from Baby Hathaway’s hair into the doorknob.

Once you have the foundation for your room set you need to go about filling it with things that make you happy and/or calm you down. My panic room is filled with food and beverages that make me feel indulgent and occasionally buzzed.  In addition, I leave inspiration notes to myself all around the room. You can either hand write these notes or go to a website that sells motivational posters and purchase some.  It really depends on your decorative budget.  I like www.successories.com for my posters as it allows you to narrow down the choices through categories.  I always go right to the “WTF? This Isn’t What I Signed Up For!” section.

Here’s one corner of my room:

I pipe in Enya because it mimics the crying of my soul.

 

Displaced Aggression

This involves finding something that you can take your anger out on without the cops or Family Services coming to your home.  It could be something as simple as kickboxing, or digging a grave in the backyard to bury your sanity.  It’s a very personal choice.  I like to do something a little more sadistic… Look at this before and after pic:

 

This plant thought it was going to a good home.

It was wrong.

I am the plant torturer.  I buy the plant and then… if I’m having a good day I water it, if I’m having a bad day then I don’t.  I think you can tell by the pics how the beginning of the school year has been going.

Tip: If I’m really pissed off I leave the watering jug next to plant where it can see it, and running my fingers up and down the handle I say “It sure is hot out here, I bet some water would feel refreshing.” and then…and here’s the best part…I pour the water onto the asphalt next to the plant and say “Oops! Darn that’s all the water I had. That’s a shame” – then I make a sad face and leave! I just f-ing leave! It’s like the opposite of waterboarding.  I could probably work for the CIA if I didn’t have such loose lips.

Crazy, I hope I gave you some ideas that you can use.  Just remember, they’ll only be at home until they’re 18 and then again at 35 when they get a divorce, so you’ll have 17 years without all the bullshit soon enough.

Kim

 

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