Dam You, Facebook Memories!

Hello, blogosphere, I am back! It’s been a long time, about five years to be exact. I last had a blog from 2009 to 2011 (MountainMommaMusings), and it was very different times back then. Back then, I was a mother of two little kids and pregnant with my third. It’s funny what happens when you feed your children – they actually grow! Now I am the mother of two tweens and one 6-year old, and it’s a completely different world. Gone are the days of bottles and diapers and sippy cups and disgusting car seats covered in milk and animal crackers. I have transitioned from a mother busy with kids at home to a mom with kids busy outside the home. That’s fancy talk for basically being a chauffeur. By morning, I have my life to myself: I hike with my dog, I try to work on my book or better yet, avoid working on my book, I am busy doing stuff for our movie theater, the Tahoe Art Haus & Cinema. But once 2 pm hits, game over. I get into my limo (i.e. permanently dirty Honda Pilot) and prepare to schlep my children around for the next three to four hours to dance, gymnastics, soccer, and in between all that, I basically keep every local ice cream shop and bakery in business as we kill time in between pick-ups and feed my increasingly hungry 10-year old with our weekly dose of croissants, muffins, and cookies (Sugar Pine Cakery, I’m looking at you!).

They say as your kids get older you have more time to yourself, but I actually find the opposite to be true. I have more mornings to myself, but back in the day when the kids were in daycare I had until 5 pm to work! Today I am lucky if I make it to 3 pm without having to stop what I am doing to get in my car to take someone somewhere to do something. On the other hand, something absolutely glorious has happened in the last year – we can now leave our kids alone, no babysitter needed! We don’t, of course, leave the 6-year old by herself, but if one or two of the older kids is home – FREEDOM! Being able to say: “Bye kids, back in an hour. Going to take Coco for a hike. Please don’t kill each other, watch too much TV, or use the oven while I am gone” is an amazing feeling of pure liberation.

This has come none too soon since Siig and I now own a night business – a movie theater. It would get really, REALLY, expensive if we had to get a babysitter every time we had to run to the cinema for an hour or two. Of course, this does not mean that I don’t get a frantic phone call every 10 minutes when I am the theater that goes something like this: “Mom, when are you coming home? Nakita is bugging us!” or “Mom, can I have a piece of candy?” or “Mom, Kaiden won’t let us watch what we want on the TV.” The phone is an amazing invention, it allows us to check in on our kids and lets our kids feel we aren’t far away, but it’s also annoying as shit, especially since my 6-year-old learned how to dial my number and calls me with any and all questions and basically just needs to hear these 10 words, “OK sweetie, I’ll be home soon. Tell her to stop” which, translated into adult speak, means, “Stop calling me! I am watching a movie, dam it! Leave me alone!”

Time moves quickly when you have school-age children, and sometimes I can’t believe that I am already out of the baby and toddler phase (which seemed to last forever!) and am getting ready – Lord help me! – to enter the teen years. And dam those Facebook memory posts that pop up on your page and remind you just how fast time is speeding by: “Melissa, we care about you and the memories you share here. We thought you’d like to look back on this post from 5 years ago.”No, Facebook, no I don’t really need to be reminded of how fast time is flying by and that sometimes I can barely remember when my kids were little and that I have no idea how my babies are now almost teenagers! And I definitely don’t need to be reminded of what this all really means – that while my children are growing and getting older, so am I. If you really cared about me, Facebook, you would post things like this: “Age is just a number. You are as young as ever. Savor this moment. And, by the way, you are looking hot today.”

Now excuse me, I have to go drive my kids somewhere.

 

 

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