Thanks to all of you- Mason Samuel made the top 50in the Baby Idol Contest! To vote, go HERE . His picture is in the fourth row from the bottom, on the right-hand side. Click the circle beneath his pic to vote. Thank you all so much!
I’ve never had a guest poster before. I think I like to talk too much to give my blog over to someone for the day.
So, who could make me make an exception?
The fabulous Laura Bennett, from Season 3 of Project Runway. I’m such a Project Runway fan and was constantly amazed by Laura when she was on the show, since she was pregnant with baby #6 while competing on the show. And she just kept right on competing, looking glamorous and producing one fabulous design after another.
I sat at home, enormously pregnant, in my sweats, and envied her.
I had the opportunity to review her book, Didn’t I Feed You Yesterday? and to email with her. Yes, I squealed like an excited little girl.
The link for the giveaway is at the top of my blog, giving you a chance to win an autographed copy. Trust me, you want to read this book!
But, for now, I leave you a guest post by Laura Bennett.
Secrets of Survival
Motherhood is the hardest job in the world. Period. There is no CEO in this world required to handle the kind of multitasking it takes to change a diaper, build a sugar cube pyramid, and assist with algebra, all while trying to make a dinner magically appear out of a brick of frozen hamburger meat. When things get overwhelming, some moms turn to the bottle, not the one with the teddy bears on it. They swear by the three-martini playdate, or the sippy cup of Chardonnay, but as a mother of six I would never be sober, so I have my own little tricks to get me through.
After thirty years of smoking three packs a day, my husband wisely decided to quit smoking. He endured two weeks of cold turkey, but I sensed he was faltering and bought him some nicotine gum. Having never been a smoker myself, I didn’t understand the draw or fascination of cigarettes, until I tried a piece of his Cinnamon Surge 2mg coated Nicotine gum. It was like ambrosia from the gods. I suddenly realized that nicotine is the most amazing legal substance of the twentieth century. I pop a piece and I can feel a soothing calm cover me like a cashmere coat. Just one chew and suddenly that new Twombly-like scribble of crayon on my freshly painted dining room wall looks like art.
I live in an open plan loft, as you can imagine, finding space to get away around here can prove challenging. When I need a moment to recoup, I hide in that fallback safe haven, the bathroom. What’s not to love about a room designed for one that has a locking door? And who can possibly argue with the reply, “Not now, I’m on the toilet?” The time I spend hiding will have to be paid back two-fold when I see the mess made by my treacherous tribe during my time out. But sometimes you just have to live in the moment.
Rotten teeth may seem like a draw back to some, but if things get too overwhelming, my next trick is to schedule myself a dentist appointment. This may seem extreme, but to me there is nothing like a root canal to secure some guilt-free me time. One medicated hour in the chair with no one wearing a leaky diaper in my lap can be pure bliss, and as a special bonus, I get to leave with a Vicodin prescription.
When all these tricks fail, and the domestic chaos gets too great to handle, I have the ultimate weapon. I sit down, close my eyes and remember how fast it all goes by. A screaming toddler demanding Barney can be overwhelming, but before you know it, he will be packing for college. Remembering this usually provides me with all patience and humor I need to make it thorough. And it has a lot less calories than a double Tangueray Martini up with olives.