Pee in your pants…

So two things you should know about me before you read this post…

1.  I have severe allergies- like sneeze 10 times in a row, and not cute sneezes.  Pollen was really bad yesterday.

2.  I tend to overcommit.  If you want to schedule a park playdate, I’m there.  Happy Hour with the kids at Oskar Blues (I swear the kids like happy hour at OB as much as I do!)?  Count me in.  Yes, yes, yes, yes- and repeat.  I don’t feel guilted in to anything, I just really want to do everything.  It’s like I am a 3 year old being forced to go to bed- BUT WHAT IF I MISS SOMETHING?!?!

So in my overcommiting, sometimes I drop the ball and don’t go to things.  Or I am late (mostly always).  I usually blame the kids.  Don’t judge, you do it too.  The kids were sick, getting fever, acting listless, etc. etc.  Unless I have bailed on your recently, then it was for real.  Really.

Okay, so yesterday my plan was dinner at  Prospect Eats .  Prospect Eats happens every Monday night and swarms of food trucks gather at Prospect Park to serve up their yummy goodies.  Since it deals with food (usually my number one motivation to go anywhere)  I had been planning to go for weeks, but legitimate things kept getting in my way.

I had just finished a kickboxing class complete with lots of jump rope and jumping jacks and I was starving.  I stuffed the kids into the car because I could almost taste the Comida taco…

And then the allergies set in.  Sneeze, sneeze, sneeze, sneeze.  Let me just add it up for you- kickboxing+ sneezing+pushing 2 kids out of my nether reqions=pee in my pants.

Seriously.

So we couldn’t go to Prospect Eats because I peed in my pants.  AND I AM TOTALLY BLAMING THIS ONE ON THE KIDS!!!  So If you were expecting me at Prospect Eats, please disregard the above.  We couldn’t make it because E had a fever and was acting listless.  End of story.

Oh, as my first blog post, I would also like to say I love the end of mommy blogs where they give your homework or a time to reflect.  So here is your MOMent of reflection…

Moms, is there a time when you peed in your pants?  Has the glorious miracle of childbirth given you the blessing of peeing without warning.  Does sneezing, laughing or the repeated jumping of kickboxing classes warrant Depends at such a young age.  Please feel free to share so others can know they are not the only ones that have to scissor their legs like grasshoppers everytime their nose tickles.

Why a blog

There is a preconceived notion out there in my circle of friends and acquaintances, that I am a pretty put together person. My kids are usually neat, my house is pretty clean, I work, I work out, my kids are in an appropriate level of afterschool activities, I bake, I stay at home, dinner is made, laundry is done, I don’t seem to have a drinking problem, I seem to have everything pretty much set.  That pretty much covers it…

This blog is because all the crazy goes on inside.  And since I don’t think I will have many readers, I can emote without dispelling the above notion, which I really do enjoy portraying.  You will not glean any homemaking tips from this blog, I do not purport to be an expert in anything.  I am not religious, I am not political, I am not a homeschooler, the list goes on.  Your opinion is as good as mine, so feel free to share.

Here you will only read the stuff that goes on in my head. I hope that it will make you laugh, think, reflect and in the end, feel pretty good about yourself.  Because even though we are moms, remember when you were in your 20’s and you were crazy on the inside (and sometimes outside)?  That crazy is still there, it’s hidden under the laundry piles, the dishes, the homework, the carpooling and finally the expectations that as keepers of children and a family we need to have it together.

Oh yes, the crazy is there and it wants a friend…