I’m Surrounded By Nuts!


Reflections on 14

Tomorrow FD turns 14.I can’t believe it, seriously, I cannot believe that I have a 14 year old…..who’s half an inch taller than me, and I’m not short! It got me thinking about all of the stupid stuff I did at her age, and it made me very thankful that I’m a much more involved parent than CAM ever was (but this is not about CAM!).

By the time I reached the age of 14 I had already tried my first cigarette (and that’s all I’m telling you about). I will NEVER forget this story, mainly because I learned what an incredible idiot I was. I was about 12 or 13 and CAM was always working all the time, she didn’t get home until late. My friend Lisa was planning on coming over after school and when we got home she produced a cigarette that she had stolen from her mom. We really had no idea what to do with it but we were so excited we couldn’t stand it! Since we were so afraid that someone would see us, we decided that the best place to try this cancer stick would be in my bathroom, window open, fan on……that should take care of the smell right? Wrong. CAM came home about 2 hours after we had lit up and she could smell it from the front door to the back of the house. I was toast, as usual. Funny thing was that her ranting was so normal that I think I took to tuning her out really well. I’ve repressed the memories of the punishments……that’s not a joke, I seriously don’t remember what happened even though I know I was punished!

My point is that with everything that the kids are being taught in school there is no way that FD would even think about trying a smoke. The schools have these kids scared so straight I am amazed. And I’m not the only mom that feels this way. When I talk to other moms about what we did at this age versus what our girls are doing now we all laugh and thank God that we’re able to keep better track of our kids. And maybe that’s why we do it. CAM didn’t make me a priority and most of my other friends had moms that worked and simply trusted that the kids would be okay and stay out of trouble. But for those of us that got into trouble we’re so knowledgeable about what the kids could be doing that we’ve made a conscious effort to be home when the kids get home from school or volunteer in the classroom or get to know our kids’ friends parents or install home alarm systems in an effort to keep the kids in (not burglars out)!

Either way I’m thankful for the fact that the schools are doing a great job with drug and tobacco education, that there are people like Dr. Laura who aren’t afraid to tell people that kids are the priority, NOT careers and I’m mostly thankful for the knowledge that I gained through my own stupidity. My hope is that my children learn from my mistakes and that they benefit from my knowledge of what NOT to do! Well, one can hope!



Two and a Half Women

I’m not sure what this post is about but I liked the title!!

In this step-family of ours we’ve had struggles. I would be lying if I told you that MFH just moved right in and stepped into parenting as though he had been doing it for 11 years like I had, but that’s not the case. While we’ve had our share of battles back and forth, it has been a learning experience and we’ve all settled into our roles quite nicely. I’m the heavy (because they are my kids), MFH is the heavy behind the heavy so he doesn’t look bad, and the kids are “the kids” and their roles are to obey…..and we all know how well that goes over. All in all we’re doing pretty good.

In this household there are 2 women, 1 man, 1 boy, and 2 female cats (even though they’re spayed they’re still female!). Estrogen Vs. Testosterone, the girls have it, hands down. And the boys know it. They are constantly attempting to let us know that they are the boss and we are constantly letting them think that….or not.

But who’s really in charge?

At the ripe young age of 13 my daughter is learning the fundamental basics of manipulation, and she’s getting pretty good at it. Wait, who am I trying to kid, she was born with it…..and no, I’m not proud.

Two years ago when MFH and I decided to get married I’m not sure that he ever took into consideration the possibility that another woman could have an influence on his life (other than his wife and/or his mother). I really don’t believe that he thought that marrying a woman with a daughter would matter…..I’m pretty sure he just thought she would be “a kid” and that he would learn to figure her out. What he didn’t bank on was that the new step-daughter would grow into a woman, thus invariably possessing the ability to influence him in the same way as the other women in his life!

We break into song: “I am woman hear me roar….in numbers too big too ignore…..and I blah, blah, blah, fa la, la la la!”  That’s all of the lyrics that I can remember, sorry! But you get the image….Helen Reddy, chest puffed out, singin’ loud and proud; that’s my home these days. It’s tough for the boys and I get that. The real problem is this: add up the testosterone: 1 man, only 1 boy. Yikes, they have a weak link. Give the boy 2-3 years and they’ll be stronger, but it’s going to take time.

So my daughter always comes to me when she needs something. Anything. Cosmetics, food, someone to BS with etc. We’re really open and I try not to freak out at too much stuff. I’m trying REALLY hard not to be my mother. FD always comes to me when she wants to have a friend spend the night (which is almost every open opportunity) and lately we have a new set-up (so to speak). MFH and I have debated the “overnight issue” to death. He doesn’t understand why kids have to spend the night and I do. He thinks that they should stay at their own homes and then play during the day and I think that he must have had a crappy childhood if he never had sleepovers! Needless to say, he doesn’t like them and FD constantly wants them. Do you see my dilemma? She wants it, he doesn’t, and they both look at me to back them up.

So here’s my new move and so far it seems to be working (until MFH reads this post). Whenever FD comes to me with a request to have a friend spend the night I tell her my reasons for the possibility that it may not be a good idea. Then I come in with the “but” and that’s my out. I’m neither the good guy nor the bad guy. I simply say a very sketchy “maybe” and then suggest she go talk to MFH very nicely (kiss his butt) about her wishes. If he says “yes” then I’m okay with it. Now, don’t get me wrong, he’s not the decision maker (mostly) but after all, this is his home too and it wouldn’t be right for me to allow her to have friends over without his buy-in. But, when he is asked and faced…face-to-face with the too-cute-to-say-no-to face of FD he has a hard time saying no, and it warms my heart!

It doesn’t always work but I’ve been surprised at how many times it does. Now I notice that when he allows her more fun and/or freedom, she returns the favor…..she’s taken up cookie making, and MFH loves her cookies! Today she’s trying out a new recipe on him, it’s his favorite cookie: The Ginger Snap. And at the ripe young age of 13, FD is learning that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach! Am I a great mom or what?!



Period, End of Story!

I felt like a change, I hope that you enjoy the new look of my site……I think it’s peaceful!

I must preface this post by saying that if you’re a man reading this, you may want to think twice. Although I think that this is an amusing little story about a mom explaining the facts of life to her daughter, a man may be put off. So there it is, I’ve given you fair warning!

4 years ago FD was about 10 and believe it or not she actually had friends that were starting to get their periods. (As a side note: I blame it on the hormones in milk and other food products, but I have nothing to back up this claim, it’s just my belief!) One evening she was complaining of a stomach ache and since I was so paranoid that she could be getting her period I decided that it might be time to have “the period talk” with her. I asked her to localize her pain. “Is it up here?” I inquired, placing my hand just below my chest “or is it down here?” I asked, very carefully placing my hand on my abdomen.

She must have thought I was nuts  because that’s the look she gave me (and she gives me this look ALL of the time). Either way she informed me that she was sure that it was her stomach and not a pain in her abdomen. While this was a relief to me it also sparked the opportunity to ask her about her knowledge of the female anatomy. So I asked “Do you know what it looks like in here?” and I placed my hand back on my abdomen. She shook her head no and gave me an inquisitive look, so I made the suggestion that we find a picture of the female organs on the Internet.

Hind site is 20/20 and if I had to do it over again I would never have allowed my 10 year old to look over my shoulder while I googled “female organs”. It’s horrifying what you find……and it certainly sparks a whole plethora of questions! After my initial shock I suggested that FD “sit down and watch TV while “mommy finds an appropriate site to visit”.

Eventually I found the proper diagram and I invited FD back over so that I could show her where an egg develops and travels and what the uterus is all about. She seemed fascinated…..and then I got to the part about our “monthly visitor”. I prefer to call this visitor Flo, she visits every month, stays for about a week (just long enough to wear out a welcome), we’re glad when she leaves but we hope she comes again, same time, next month. OK, that’s not exactly how I explained it, but you get the idea. Speaking of ideas, I had what I thought, was another great one……..but remember hind site?

After I felt confident that she understood how periods worked, I decided to show her what tampons and pads look like and how they function. I thought back to an experiment that we did in sex education when I was in school. It must have had an impact on me because I can’t believe that I remembered it! Here’s what my health teacher did: she took a small glass of water and dunked a tampon into the glass. SLOWLY, the tampon soaked up the water, not all of it but enough that we all understood the concept.

Tampon technology has sure come a long way because that’s not exactly what happened in our experiment. I got the glass of water and went into the bathroom. I pulled out a REGULAR (not Super nor Super Duper) tampon and as I dropped it into the glass my FD and I watched in stunned silence as the tampon soaked up the entire glass of water in less than 1 second…..it may have even happened in a nano-second, it was that fast! She was horrified, completely freaked out, and I had a lot of explaining to do.

She vowed to never use a tampon and I was almost right there with her! I had to explain to her the science regarding the differences between certain substances but that really did nothing to calm her fears. In the end I apologized, threw out my mess and FD and I went back to what we were doing before our little chat began.

FD finally got her period recently and at an inopportune time…..while we were on vacation! I took her to the local CVS which was across the street from where we were staying and as we stood in front of the “wall of pads” we laughed hard about the different options. I had to explain that I had no idea what she should get since I used tampons, and based on our experiment from several years ago that was not an option for her. I asked her what her friends used and she gave me the “are you nuts” look again. It took a while but we finally settled on something with wings, to which I reminded her “when in doubt, take flight”!

I think that it’s great that I have a relationship with FD where we can laugh about “that time of the month”. Periods were no laughing matter when I was a kid….I was devastated and begged my mother not to tell anyone when I got mine. FD couldn’t wait to call her friends, she is proud and I am proud of her. Little does she know she has many, many years of fun times ahead!!