Toadstools, Princesses, and Mushrooms......

I had this dream other day I was in a video game the villain had stolen my children and had them trapped in a castle. My daughter was dressed like Princess Peach and my son was dressed like Toadstool. For those who unaware they are characters from an old Nintendo game, Super Mario Brothers. It was a hilarious dream as I was dressed in blue overalls with a red shirt (Mario). My husband starred as my cohort and he was dressed in green (Luigi). We had to work together to save our children from the evil villain, who happened to be a boss of my husbands who he doesn't speak very nice of often. There was background music and every time we had jumped we heard a spring noise. It couldn't have ben anymore realistic. I couldn't even tell you the children were saved at the end as I was woken up by one of my kids. But what a dream. I know it was very unlike the others but I had to share. It is nice to know I don't always dream about escaping my daily stressors.

I have been everywhere

I have been everywhere....in my dreams. As I just put the kids to bed I start to ponder the places I haven't been. The house is quiet, everyone is sleeping. The dogs are laying by my feet and nothing is stirring. I hear a faint noise of a car in the distance and the low whirring of the ceiling fan. I have the computer in my lap with a glass of homemade lemonade on the table next to me. Could it be? No, it can't. For the first time all day I feel myself breath and relax. I start to hear the pitter patter of raindrops hit the tin roof of my house, what a calming sound. I lay my head back and let all of my muscles let go limp. Right now there is not a worry I have that can't wait until tomorrow. As I lay back and recline, I think to myself, I have been almost everywhere in my dreams but there is nowhere I would like to go right now then where I am. I don't need to take myself on a journey in dream land to escape my stressors of everyday life. I am fine right where I am right now.

Remember, back then....

Ahhhhhh.....The best time if day. The house just became quiet, no pitter patter of little feet, no one last drink or snack, just the silent clicks of the key board on the lap top. All that hard work, the arguing of brushing teeth, the crying, the attitude, all makes this silence worth it. But after all that work, I wish I was able to have the energy to do anything but sit here and work on the computer. As I sit here, I reminisce about the days when it was nothing but silence. I almost forget what that was like. Those were the days, I could stay up as late as I wanted and sleep in as much as I could. When all I worried about was my plans for the weekend with my friends and if I should wear this skirt or those jeans. Now it's find a babysitter for this event, pay this bill, find a ride for this child, and don't forget to stop to buy diapers. 

I remember back and think about a friend of mine who had children. She made it look so easy. She was so organized, always looked so neat, her kids always seemed well behaved. How did she do that? I am lucky if I look good and I have the days events planned out at the same time. She made me want to have children, it looked like so much fun! 

As I think back even more, how could I have ever thought my life back then was so boring. Why did I get so mad when there was a day that nothing was planned. 

What's that? "Mommmmmmmyyyyy, I need you!" and this makes it all worth it. I wouldn't give up anything to be needed like this.

Shopping

As I sit and contemplate my plans for the day, I find myself strolling through my backyard walking over to my money tree. I slowly pluck all sorts of different numeric bills. Where shall I shop today? Hopping in my limo parked outside, waving at my kids while thinking to myself how wonderful it is to have a nanny. I have the driver take me to my jet, which is ready to take me anywhere I want. I choose to go to New York City and take the time out for myself to do a little shopping. So this is what it is like to be rich. I could live like this! Stepping onto my jet I find a stewardess waiting to take my orders. Since when does someone take my orders? Isn't that my job? I sit down with a warm towel over my face and ear buds in my ears listening to what ever I d*** well please. Ahhhh, life is good. Before I know it we are landing and I am ready to have a new wardrobe, drink lattes, and sip wine and wat cheese, all while people are trying to please me with the newest fashions. Could it get any better? What is that smell? I take a deep breath as I am watching the next woman showcase a pair of jeans. Is that something burning? No no, I don't want that type of jean, show something else? I swear it smells like burning toast. Why here? I am startled by the piercing beep. MOOOOOOOMMMMMMM! The toast, the toast! 

Cabin by the lake

So it is offically summer. A time where I find myself jealous of my 6 year old's blossoming social life. I am non-stop swimming lesson, golf, and soccer mom. While driving and listening to my son tell me about his latest escapades with his friends and my daughter screaming at the top of her lungs because she is tired of riding, I am daydreaming about my imaginative escapades. This time I drop my son off at one of his many dates and my daughter has finally cried herself to exhaustion, it's silent! I picture myself driving.......away. Taking a main road and not stopping. I finally make it to this big lake with a quaint little cabin. At the shore of this lake I see a hammock tied between two trees, just inviting me to come lay on it. I step out of my car and walk to the cabin and open the door. The door creaks and the smell of cedar wafts through my nose, I suddenly feel totally relaxed. I see the kitchen that is fully stocked with fresh home cooked food. There is no T.V., no radio, no cell phones, no screaming kids, I am in total heaven. I check out the bedroom and find a freshly made bed and the bathroom with a jacuzzi tub and candles lit. I must be in heaven. I am at a stand still, what should I do first? Take a bath, take the hammock up on its invitation, curl up in bed? I think to myself...I hear something. What is it? Why is there sirens at this beautiful cabin, it is the middle of nowhere. I then come back to. Just in time to be pulled over for speeding, my daughter crying and bout a half mile to my home. Just my luck!

Dream A Little Dream

As I was washing the dishes and cleaning the kitchen, among other monotenous chores, I started to daydream. I look outside my big bay window in my kitchen, which normally has a view of a main road busy with cars and trucks and my garage, usually filled with my husband's friends (it tends to be a "man cave). But this time, I look out and I see a beautiful blue-green ocean, deep blue skies, and big healthy palm trees. Out in the distance I see this yacht and I think to myself, wow I am a lucky woman to have all of this outside of my kitchen window. I look down usually looking at jogging shorts and a tank, and I see this beautiful bikini and what looks like to be someone else's body. Where did my "Momma" body go? Stretch marks and all. After getting over my transformation, i look up and I am outside, I didn't even exit a door, it seems as I am in this magic land where there are no exits or entries.
Silence.....only waves and a light breeze. Where are my loud kids, my chatty husband, and the barking dogs? Oh not right now, I am not even worried.
Now I am sitting in one of those beautiful lounge chairs shaded by a sun tent, how did I get so lucky?
MOM! HONEY! BARK BARK! MOOOOOOOOMMMMMM! Back to reality..........

About.....

Being a stay at home Mom or as others call it, housewife, for the past 3 years I have come to the conclusion its a job that only a certain type of person can do. It takes a special person to organize everyone else's life, including yours. I have come to the rash relization that it takes broad shoulders to do this job. Don't get me wrong, I believe it takes a big person to hold a full time job and be a Mom too, but, to stay sane on some of things that I go through with my kids and my husband is a tough job!
I have a feeling this blog will become something I will use to vent and since I have EXAGERATED in the title, I am using this blog to maybe "glamorize" or fantasize my life a little, just to make it a little more interesting.