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Godzilla in the Bathtub

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Not to be a downer, but, lately I’ve been reminding myself that none of this lasts forever. This minute, this day, this phase. It doesn’t last forever. It can’t.

If you can’t tell, that idea…that truth, has me spiraling a bit. On one hand, “this doesn’t last forever” is a GREAT mantra to repeat over and over, especially on those challenging days. But on the good days? It’s a punch to the gut. An arrow through the heart. A RUDE reminder that can suck the air right out of a room.

The other day, as I was cleaning up my bathroom for the 20th time, I ripped a toy Godzilla out of my bathtub with a little more attitude than was probably necessary. As I went to put it away, I just stared at it in all its ugly, plastic glory. This little monster is one of my kids’ favorite characters to help create chaos in the great North Sea, otherwise known as my tub. And then, it hit me. This ugly bastard won’t always be hanging around these parts. And instead of relief, I felt…homesick. Because one of these days, sooner than I’d like to imagine, he’ll be put away for the last time.

I know I’ll miss the messes. I’ll even miss the sounds, the fights, the clutter. I’ll miss Godzilla in the bathtub. So, I left that ugly little fella right there…armed and ready for another battle that only little minds can think up.

Deep down, I know that, God willing, the days ahead are just as bright as the memories that have been made. If this all lasted forever, how could we experience the gift of watching our children grow and love and learn? How could we experience the gift of watching ourselves grow and love and learn? It doesn’t work like that.

So, while I wish this could all last forever…I guess what I’m trying to say is, I’m glad this doesn’t last forever.
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(…and now for a poorly structured poem)

Godzilla in the Bathtub

What do you mean there won’t always be a Godzilla in the bathtub?

And what do you mean there won’t always be a little doll in my bed?

And how is it possible that one day soon, those books right here will be the last books that will need to be read?

What do you mean this doesn’t last forever? 

That they’ll grow up and leave the nest?

How can it be that they’ll move through this world without my hand in theirs, and make big decisions and I’ll just be left to hope for the best?

What do you mean that this is the whole point?

That they’ll take lessons we’ve taught, the arguments we’ve had, the hurdles we’ve cleared and….go?

What do you mean it’s selfish to make this all about me…surely there’s some room, a tiny bit…for some woe?

What do you mean it gets better than this?

That being under one roof for now is just a glimpse of how good it will be?

And the days ahead are filled with the type of stuff that’ll have me saying “pinch me?” 

And how is it so, that seeing their faces change, as much as it hurts, will be proof – on a platter – that this is how love works?

What do you mean there won’t always be Godzilla in the bathtub? 

That he’ll take a break, but someday he’ll be back. Aged, but happy, just like me to hear the laughter and feel the splash.

What do you mean this is only for a bit?

Actually, there’s no time for questions, just time, fleeting time, to make the most of it. 

Friday Shorty | Learning

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Isn’t it funny the subjects we become experts on once we become parents? For instance, I’m currently an expert in the heavy equipment industry. Show me a piece of equipment, I can rattle off the name, the year it was made, what attachments it has and the EPA category it’s in. Little boys have a way of making sure you know this kind of important information, and if you get it twisted, be prepared for an earful, because that’s rookie behavior and we don’t win championships with a team full of rookies who mix up excavators with tractors. Damn, girl!

Aside from excavators and front loaders, I also fancy myself a fruit snack connoisseur. In my opinion, there are three big things you should consider when picking out the perfect fruit snack:

  1. Quantity in the Package
  2. Density of the Fruit Snack
  3. Shape of the Fruit Snack

The fruit snack I’ve found that checks all of these boxes (plus some), has to be Mott’s. Those little shits are good. If you’ve never been taken to Flavor Town by a Mott’s fruit snack, you’re missing out. It’s basically a Gusher™ without the questionable goop on the inside. And if you’ve never had a Gusher, well, sweetie, I simply can’t help you. You’re a lost cause.

Now, you may be asking yourself, “is she really writing a blog about fruit snacks?” and the answer is yes, I am. But, you’re one the reading it, so who’s the real dork here? Kidding. We’re both great. We’re thriving. Look at us! 

The point is, I’ve found myself shocked with the amount of learning that’s happened during this phase of my life. The phase, generally, being “Early Parenthood”. Early parenthood? Is that a thing? Whatever, it makes sense in my head. What I mean is, when I was pregnant, I learned new things every single day. For example, I learned the my nipples could grow to the size of frisbees and that getting your cervix checked felt like a medieval torture technique. When my kids were newborns, I learned the difference between their hungry cry and their “I’ve just ruined the third outfit you put on me with a massive blowout” cry. I also learned that pajamas with zippers are the only way to go and that the longest my youngest could ride in a carseat without summoning demons with his screams was approximately 24 minutes and 13.5 seconds. Now with two boys 3 and under, I learn something new every day. A lot about them and maybe even more about myself (like how my patience on the 3rd week of my cycle is dangerously low, but chocolate helps me cope).

But, the whole point of learning is to share your new knowledge, right? I’m pretty sure that’s the point. Hence the recommendations on the fruit snacks. I don’t do that for my health. No, really, I don’t. What I forgot to mention is those delicious little cuties are 80 calories per shot (I dump them into my mouth all at once like a shot) and unfortunately the scale reflects that.


As you may have noticed, I’m a big sharer of information. A lot of times, I’m a big sharer of too much information. Just ask my mom. Also, just ask my Twitter followers, and my husband, and my coworkers and that guy at Trader Joes last Wednesday. I’m sorry to all of you. But, I can’t help it. I hear something I think is interesting or “helpful”, and I share it. It’s called “advice”, look it up. Just kidding. But really, I think I do it because it’s how I prefer to learn. Hearing firsthand accounts from other people is pretty much how I know all of the things I know. From facts about UFOs to the best baby bottles, it’s wild, but true. I think it’s a millennial thing.

I remember when I was pregnant and my husband was reading a parenting book. I was so annoyed with him. Why would he read a book? Why couldn’t he just ask his cousin or mom or aunts about what it feels like when your mucus plug falls out or which nipple balm to use for breastfeeding? It seemed pretty easy to me. I get it now. That is how he prefers to learn. He’s fact based. He’s data driven. He’s….he’s smarter than me. Don’t tell him I said that.

I’m really thankful for all the learning I’ve been able to do over the past few years. Which really has nothing to do with me and everything to do with someone like you. I’m really thankful for all of the teaching people have done for me over the past few years. All of the people who have shared their experiences and their knowledge, especially about parenthood. All of it, and I mean all of it, has helped me so much on this ~*journey*~. From my best friend and I comparing pregnancies and the emotions that came with them, to my mom telling me how she felt the first time she looked at her first baby (no brag, but that was me!), to the stranger on the internet telling me which sleep sack helped her fussy baby sleep longer hours through the night. I took all of that information and advice and stored it away until I needed it. And sure enough, I have needed ALL of it at some point in time. I’m sure there’s some still shoved into the deepest parts of my brain (right next to my locker combo from 8th grade) that I haven’t needed yet, but will soon, and I’m so glad it’s there.

So, thank you, fellow oversharers. I’m so glad you told me about what kinds of pads to use after giving birth or how often to take the stool softeners. You might not know it, but you really saved my ass.


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