Some Days

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Man, some days just get you. Let me say that louder. GET YOU.

In this particular week, I’m talking about the absolute, sheer, complete parenting madness that takes hold of every household I know. Decorations, costumes, makeup, neighborhood block parties, negotiating with whom to trick or treat, runs to Costco to buy candy, pumpkin carving, office decorating, school/office/grown-up parties (I won’t even get started on the grown-up aspect of this). And all of this… ALL of it… is simply a lead up to the main event. The part where your kids run out into the dark of night to beg candy off of your neighbors until you put the kibosh on the whole thing. And if (like me) you share parenting duties with someone with whom you used to be married, there is some amount of… lets call it “coordination”… to be done to make everyone happy. And if (like me) you also work for a software company with month-end sales targets, October 31st is also the last day of the month and therefore a working day until 11:59:59pm.

So, I was really at the end of my rope by approximately 8am this morning. The L’s (Littles if you are new here) didn’t have school, so I ran out the door by handing the nanny a post-it with scrawled-out instructions and promises to text her addresses later. As I was driving home, I got a friendly (but, you know, “friendly”) note from one of the L’s teachers telling me s/he was late on some homework. I almost cried.

Anyway, friends, I’m writing this particular day up because, by the time I was settled into a pair of sweats and a glass of wine and the newsletter that a dear and inspirational friend writes (she’s brilliant – more on her later), I had recovered just enough to realize that my day was a sign from the Universe… a reminder that I am, in fact, on a mission.

As I finished up my long day/week, I realized that the app we are working so hard to build for you would have completely changed the ending to my day (and week). We’re building something we truly believe in… because we’re living it as busy, hard-working parents doing our best to do everything and be everywhere all at one time.

Hang tight my friends – good things are brewing here at My Cluck Cluck. We cannot wait to share them with you!

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“Mommy Wars” Are Dumb

I said it.

I have thought this for years.

I’m going to admit that I have bought into various segments of the issue at various (conveniently synchronistic) times in my life.

But I swear I am older, wiser, less silly.  Mommy wars are dumb.

I am prompted tonight – exhausted after working at my (challenging!) day job all day, combined with a school pizza party that ended with ice cream, followed by a rather difficult “winding down” time at home…  I’m just tired, y’all.

So when I read this blog tonight, I agreed completely:

How about all of us — working, stay at home, whatever – collectively agree that we’re doing our best, that the world goes around because we’re all different, and nobody NOBODY is right.

But what’s absolutely right is this:

kids. just. need. parents.

I ALSO wanted to interject that guys (I’m referring to dads, step-fathers, uncles, friends and other awesome guys that care a LOT about the kids in their lives) also deserve equal credit.

Furthermore, I want to interject the notion that those of us that actually participate in these so-called “mommy wars” may actually just have the privilege of doing so because we are the benefactors of education, and opportunity.

In my own case, my mother deserves most of the credit — she turned me down when I asked if I could “travel in Europe” instead of embarking into my first year of law school.  I ended up thanking her outright when my life circumstances didn’t work out as planned.  I’m happily working (some days harder than  others) as a single mom to 3 kids — and I don’t doubt for a second that my own daughter AND 2 sons are going to ultimately understand that the privilege I actually enjoyed was this:

The choice not to work outside my home for awhile, and the privilege to get back to work when I wanted and needed to do so.

But no matter what, my kids have me, their dad, and a lot of other people around them that truly care about them.  Each of them will grow up to be as complicated as the next person (aren’t we all?), but no matter what, I know each of my children knows that he/she is loved.

Which is more than I think we can say for kids that just don’t have parents.

So how about we quiet those so-called wars, do the best we can, and maybe even do better and open up the world of love and opportunity to some kids whose needs go beyond whether they got formula or breastfeeding for the first 6 months of their lives.

I’ll step off my soapbox here. Isn’t this a startup blog?

Yes.

But we’re building our app ONLY because we believe so passionately in the connection that parents feel to the little people they care about.  We actually think we can do something that matters to a bunch of us (which, in turn, matters to our little people…)

Thanks for being patient with this blog entry….

H