A Hard Day of Work For Mr. B

This post is by Mr. B.  You see, mom, has been a little busy lately so I figure that I should write and give her a break.  She would probably title this post a hard day's work for a SAHM, but it was really me who had to work so hard today.

First, I was unhappy that she locked the back door, so I had to find fun on the sun porch.  I found out after some effort that I can take apart the pepper grinder.  You should see how neat the sun porch looks now.  Mom still hasn't been able to clean it up since she needs a new bag for the vacuum.  I know that she could use the broom, but when she gets it out I shriek and I pretend I don't remember that I have my own broom.  Her look of exasperation is priceless.  It is worth all the work.

Later on when she was trying to put away laundry, I emptied out the basket for her to make up for the above work.  For some reason, she did not like that I unfolded them all.  That was fun!

Later when she was getting food ready for me, I had a little water fun.  At first she thought it was just the dog's water bowl, so she did not run in right away.   So, when she did run in, I decided to give her a fun surprise. I found a way to take the diaper sprayer and turn it into a bathroom fountain like the one at the park.  She looked unhappy, so I made sure to point out where I hit the top of the door and wall.  When I smiled proudly and giggled, she tried to hide her laughter, but I am smarter than her.  I saw it, but don't tell her, please.

Yes, I toddler, Mr. B, have to make sure that my mostly SAHM works hard.  I hear that SAHMs don't work and just eat bon bons.  I am confused about this and so have one question:  What exactly are bon bons and why don't I get them for snack?  Can anyone help me.

My Current Compromise

It has been awhile since I last did any blogging...does that make me a non-practicing blogger at this point?  Maybe....

I have felt great pangs of guilt...that emotion is of course easy as a mother, but I am trying to remind myself of my purposely chosen blogger title. Yes, I am and will continue to be The Compromising Mother.  And one of my biggest compromises is as a wannabe SAHM (stay at home mom...sorry for the silly and confusing acronym, but I think this one is cute and definitely cuter to me who compromised on this one.)  I must be up front and honest here. I am not a SAHM.  In fact, I have 2-4 part time jobs depending on how you look at it and how well you can count.  For the past year, I estimate that I have worked the equivalent of 50% which is higher than what we anticipated.  It has been helpful for many reasons, except the amount of time I get with the amazing and quickly growing Mr. B.  I hate to complain as I keenly know that working moms feel this even worse than me.  The biggest problem has been that my work is very inconsistent. I may go through periods were I do not seem to work much and have freedom to do fun things like actually keep my house clean...haha...and other times where I seem to work too much.  Well, that's where we get to the reason I have been a bit absent as a blogger recently.  I am working more outside the home and in addition I had a slew of projects that I wanted to complete prior to the work hours increasing.  These included and I kid you not, sewing new curtains for 7 doorways or windows, sewing three new sham style pillow covers, hemming about 9 pairs of pants, repairing two pairs of pants, stengthening up my 2 year old diaper inserts that are getting tired, starting the garden, making and labeling fabric draw string bags for little toys for an upcoming vacation, sewing crayon and colored pencil roll up holders for same trip, sewing a new kitchen rug, making a bulletin board for myself (yea, one thing for me!!), purchasing supplies for end of Spring vacation, and used clothes shopping for Mr. B who was looking silly in his high water pants.  I think there was one bad movie rental in there, a lot of chocolate, a little bit of ice cream, and a few fun Mr. B trips to parks and zoos.  Then, add to that  I am deep into busy bag making mode.  They can be a bit of work, but are so awesome. I plan to blog about them, but if you want a sneak peak, check out my board "Cool Kids Stuff" on pinterest.  Did I mention my love of pinterest and how it reminds of my new aspirations or at least makes me feel like one of the cool kids.

Wow, I am a bit tired looking at this blog post and desperately need to go take that shower I prioritized slightly lower than all you readers.  I do not know if that spells love or "compromise" Hmmmm...I will have to get back to you on that one as my run in the park is now demanding.

Welcome Home

A little cliff hanger...I now know how to get red felt tip pen (like a marker and not the washable kind) off of a wood floor.

We, just Mr. B and I, squeezed in a much needed trip to see grandma this weekend and returned home at my, not his, bedtime last night. He did sleep on the way home, but woke up and eagerly wanted to see dada and doggie before going back to sleep.

Arriving home late meant awakening to all our stuff and with Mr. B in tow...it is a lot of stuff...I am sure cloth diapering is part of the bigger load.  Mr. B did not like the let's have a normal at home routine this morning, so he had to liven it up.  I due adore a good list, so I decided to put this morning's fun events in chronological order using a list, so here goes (please fasten your seat belts as it will be a bumpy ride)

1. Squirm so much for first diaper change of day that mommy leaves pajama pants off.
2. Dump out doggies water and food bowl
3. Watch doggie get upset and have a seizure
4. While mommy makes toast, find a red felt tip pen and draw on suitcase, coffee table, rug, shirt, floor
5. Take mommy's rag to help clean up so that she has to go get another one
6. Spill mommy's coffee all over table and floor (which she was putting on table when she discovered #4)
7. Let mommy strip me down in tub to make sure I am not harmed (she doesn't realize that because of #4 and #5 the coffee cooled entirely)
8. Try to climb out of tub multiple times while mommy cleans up coffee spill
9. Let mommy wash sticky legs and belly
10. Finally get to eat breakfast with only a diaper on (I wonder if mommy realizes that this was my goal all along)

The Compromise:  Mr. B took over my morning and my blog (see above)
The Sweet Reward: I initially used my tried and true disinfectant cleaner which worked fine on the glass coffee table but not the wood floor.  Happily, I next discovered the pure castille soap did the trick.  A sigh of relief until I saw just how many rags were needed this morning and the realization I had no coffee....Help!!!  That was the real compromising mother problem.