Dedicated to my daughters and other Mommies.

This Blog is dedicated to my daughters, be they step daughters or blood daughters or adopted daughters. You are all Mommies now, or will be soon, you know what this means.

ATTENTION CHILDREN: THE BATHROOM DOOR IS CLOSED.

Please do not stand here and talk, whine or ask questions. Wait untill I get out.

Yes it is locked. I want it that way. It is not broken, I am not trapped. I know I have left it unlocked, and even open at times, since you were born, because I was afraid some horrible tragedy might occur while I was in here, but it's been 7 years and I want some PRIVACY.

Do not ask me how long I will be. I will come out when I am done.

Do not bring the phone to the bathroom door.

Do not go running back to the phone yelling, "She's in the BATHROOM!"

Do not begin to fight as soon as I go in.

Do not stick your little fingers under the door and wiggle them. This was funny when you were two, but not now.

Do not slide pennies, Legos, or notes under the door. Even when you were two this got a little tiresome.

If you have followed me down the hall talking, and are still talking as you face this closed door, please turn around, walk away, and wait for me in another room. I will be glad to listen to you when I am done.

And yes, I still Love you.

(signed)
Mom

So the above Note I stumbled onto over 20 years ago. It was oh, so true that I had to cut it out and saved it. No, I don't know where it came from, nor what magazine or author to credit.

Yes, I am a grandmother now and should feel lucky I am past this phase with my children.
BUT!!!!!!
I have a worse problem now. . .



My Cats can't read the sign.
They just stand outside the door and Meow till I open it. And Jerry laughs hysterically when I take a shower and they stand outside the door talking to me.
They never do it to him. . . .Only me.
Mommies are special.

If Blogging were around

What if Blogging were around in 1966. I would have been 8 years old, my brother would be 6 and my little sister 3.
There would be blogs full of Jello, Miracle Whip and carrot recipies, the latest in crafty ideas to use up toilet paper and paper towel tubes. There would be political rants of what President Johnson was going to do about all those Civil Rights protests, let alone that hot spot in Asia that was brewing.
Doesn't seem to have changed much except now it is on a screen and not on paper in a magazine/newspaper.

My mother was a journalism major in college. She took her writing in a totally different direction after she got married and started raising 3 kids. I truly wish Blogging had been around for her to expereince and contribute to. Without a doubt she would have been popular.

Today I stumbled upon a Mommy blog (not that I was looking for it, it just popped up when I clicked Next Blog). The Meanest Mom has elements in it that remind me not only of how my mother wrote. But also what us kids used to do to her. This lady has one advantage over my mom, though, she can see. My mom was blind and still raised 3 sighted kids. Never the less, this blog is worth mentioning to all mom's and grandma's. She is short, concise and terribly humorist. I hope she continues.
And as I said before, not much has changed, the kids still get bored, they still kick each other's chairs and pull the old joke of "Want some seafood? . .HERE SEE FOOD!" with the mushed up remains of an egg salad sandwich dangling from the 6 year old's tongue.

And in honor of my mom. . .I think I will post a blog as if I were her in 1966.