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I have an embarrassing habit. It’s very PG, so get your mind out of the gutter.

When I have time to myself in the morning, I watch a popular teen-TV series on Netflix. (OK, so a couple.) I don’t just sit around, watching random shows all day. I just work-out to them before my kids wake up. We don’t have a treadmill or a fancy Elliptical machine. Just my running shoes, some free weights and Netflix. Very 1980’s of me, I know. But it’s how I sweat when I don’t have time to hit the pavement or a Pilates class. I do some Jane Fonda-style moves and burn calories before anyone wakes up. (Running in place, leg lifts, planks, etc.) Yes, I may sound like an octogenarian in a leotard, but it helps me stay in shape. Sometimes, I have only 25 minutes to spare, but 25 minutes of “feeling the burn” is better than nothing, right?

After so many mini-workout sessions to the teen show……(and here’s where I whisper-yell like that woman in St. Elmo’s Fire)…..Gossip Girl… I’ve figured out that I have some questions that other fellow GG fans can understand.

Please note that I realize how pathetic I am for watching this show. I get that I’m in my 40s. But the story line is so addicting, it helps me forget that I’m burning calories. And so do the shoes and handbags! Hey, we all have shameless habits. I don’t smoke or do drugs. I work out to Gossip Girl. Sue me.

Questions that I find myself pondering as I’m running to Gossip Girl:

1)      Someone please tell me, when do Blair Waldorf and Serena van der Woodsen have time to work out? B probably weighs 95 pounds in the rain.

2)      I never see them getting out of the shower or blow drying their own hair. Do you?

3)      When do they have time to style their hair and make it look professionally blown out?

4)      Does private school in Manhattan start at 10 a.m.? How else can they be dressed from head to toe in Versace (with a matching headband) and manage to beat morning traffic?

5)      How is it that the same day someone decides to throw a party, everyone miraculously shows up at 7 p.m.? (On a school night!) It takes me weeks, sometimes months to plan something with my girlfriends!

6)      Besides Carrie Bradshaw, who has that many cocktails dresses? With coordinating designer shoes? (That aren’t straight from the sale rack? Oh, the horror!) I would probably repeat the same dress 10 times in one year, (mixing up the shoes and jewelry, of course)…and this alone would land me smack on the cover of Gossip Girl!

7)      Besides Don Draper and his Mad Men cohorts, who really drinks scotch in the middle of the day? Or two glasses of cognac and can still stand after a “last-minute” white party on Blair’s terrace?

8)      How does Lily Bass have the strength to wear diamond dangling earrings when all she consumes are crumbs of Rufus’s waffles, an occasional spoonful of yogurt or three glasses of champagne?

9)      When exactly did Serena…develop? Age 12? Honey, I’m still waiting for mine to come in!

10)   How can Chuck Bass run his father’s multi-billion dollar empire? Didn’t he just graduate from high school?

11)   How can a college student go from interning for ONE day to being promoted at a top fashion magazine? Especially after she got fired? Excuse me, but I don’t recall her even taking a writing test!

12)   When will Lily stop looking so put-together? She wakes up looking like she’s ready for the opera. Never do I see her in a t-shirt and yoga pants.

(Let alone Wellies and comfy leggings, which just so happens to be what I’m wearing right now as I sit in a café venting all of this out on my laptop.)

You know you “get” me, moms…XOXO – Jackie

When you become a mom, you think about your kids. Your husband. Your dog. Your house. Your neighbors. Your friends.

You think about everyone else. EVERYONE BUT YOU. This is thoughtful and giving. But over time? This leads to crankiness. (Cranky mom + cranky kids + cranky husband = unhappy mommy.)

It’s OK to set aside some time for you. It’s healthy. And it leads to a more balanced life and…TOTAL MOMMY SANITY. Yeah!!! Check out my top 10 tips to help you find more ME time in my latest AskMom OnlineRI.com column here.

Find more ME time! https://onlineri.com/articles/ask_mom

And how cute is this mommy graphic?? (From one of the first sketches in my book, How to Spread Sanity on a Cracker – available now in color!)

I hear my phone.

Then there’s blurred lines.

Not Robin Thicke’s, but digits. Is that a six? A zero? Maybe a nine?

I grab my glasses from the night stand.

6:20 a.m.

“What the…?” I whisper to myself.

I’m so not getting up yet.  I hit SNOOZE. And fall back to sleep…with my glasses on.

I was supposed to be on a 30-minute jog with my dog by now.

But I hit SNOOZE …a few times.

Holy Shnikies! It’s 6:57 a.m.!!!!!!!

That’s right – the kids have school today!

Wait…THE KIDS HAVE SCHOOL!!!

For the love of Jay Z, the kids have school!

Son of a…Wooooooooopppp, THE KIDS ARE BACK AT SCHOOL!

I run down the hall in my PJs and wake up both kids. My son has slits for eyes, and he yawns that total denial of “OK, mom, I’m up. I’m up.”

I turn on the light and close his door.

My daughter is already awake, making her bed.

I run downstairs and get their lunches ready. My husband promised them cheesy eggs on the first day.

Breakfast? Check.

Lunches? Check.

Backpacks? Check.

Kids dressed themselves? Check.

I snap their picture. My cuties are all set. And I am too, I think.

This glorious day has finally arrived. I took time off from work over the summer, which as any mother knows, means nothing. You never stop working when you’re a mom. I adore my kids, but to be frank, I’ve been playing Julie McCoy all summer. From playdates to pool days, sleep unders to day trips, to Fro Yo and Pink Berry and back, I’m a little….drained.

So, although I enjoyed the summer…

I’ve been secretly counting down the days until school is back in session.

Down to the minute actually.

But for some reason, looking at them at breakfast this morning, I found myself at a loss for words.

My cuties aren’t 4 and 7 anymore. No, no, no.

They are now in the 4^th and 7^th grade.

So I swallowed hard, and snapped their picture.

Then right there, in the middle of the kitchen, it hits me.

MY BABIES! They are almost ready for college!

Before I can reach for the blueberries, I feel a lump in my throat.

My husband looks at me and I know he knows I know what’s about to happen.

He warns them, with his usual spoonful of sarcasm. “Kids, I think mom is about to have a breakdown.”

“What, Dad?”

“She just realized you guys aren’t babies anymore!”

And right there, in my PJs and glasses, the tears start flowing and I plop my face on the counter.

The next thing I know, he snaps this picture of me.

And, here you have it, proof of my back to school break down.

How’s your summer going? I’ve been enjoying the time off with my kids. It’s been a fun and busy break. But……. now it’s August. And…well… I’m secretly relishing the day they go back to school. There, I said it. (School starts in 18 days. Approximately 17 hours. And three minutes. But who’s keeping track?!) I have my reasons for looking forward to the fall. There are so many to choose from. Let’s just say my role of pseudo summer entertainment director is growing pretty “meh” fast.

Oh yes, as mothers, we ARE fun factories, especially in the summer. After the vacations are over, we often “manufacture” fun for our kids. From playdates to pool meet-ups, summer camps to sleep unders, every day we are our kids’ go-to summer planning machines. And one thing I’ve realized since having kids? There are no summer breaks for moms. No. There’s no “recess” for mommy.

I try to take mini power-breaks here and there to help maintain a level of mommy sanity. Unfortunately, at the end of the day, when I try to sneak outside to read by myself or downstairs to watch a really therapeutic show on Netflix (like, say, Gossip Girl), 9 times out of 10, my kids find me. I could be in the basement, hiding in my daughter’s play kitchen under an afghan with my iPad placed on top of the plastic countertop, and they find me. Just as I’m sneaking in a spoonful of Nutella and waiting to see what Blair said to Serena, my daughter finds me and the next thing I know, they’ve stolen my blanket, turned off my show and I’m playing Adventure Time Monopoly. Although I enjoy playing board games with my kids, on this particular evening I had reached my “mommy wall” and I honestly needed Calgon to take me away. I was apparently playing the role of Finn, on the brink of going bankrupt because my son had monopolized the board and I was the banker!

Plus my toes and heels have been crying for a back-to-school pedicure and I’ve “treated myself” to ice cream so often over the past two months, I have to “hold it in” just to zip up my shorts.

I’ve been missing a lot of workouts too. I don’t really see that much of a difference in my weight in the summer until I see myself in vacation pictures. I gasp. And cringe. Because I think I had a lobster roll just about every other day for 30 days at the beginning of the summer. And pizza on the others.

I think I need to get one of these for my door! (From Treebykerrilee.com)

If you want to learn easy ways to gain weight in the summer months, following are some of my own personal tips that will have you bloated in no time:

–        When making grilled cheese sandwiches, cut the pieces into mini triangular and rectangular wedges. Leave the excess buttery edges for yourself and snack on them before serving lunch to the kids. Make sure there is plenty of deli American cheese and butter on the edges to ensure your jean size goes up as soon as the temperature hits 60.

–        When fixing Annie’s Macaroni and Cheese for your kids, don’t skimp on the butter or milk. Mix the dry powdery cheese mix in as best you can, but leave an extra layer of the stuff in the pan so it’s caked on and the only way to get if off is by scraping it with a spatula and shoveling the leftovers directly into your mouth.

–        Eat anything over the kitchen sink while making dinner and/or waiting for water to boil.

–        Add some butter to the stump of your child’s muffin and waa laa, you’ll add a pound.

–        Make yourself a “fisher mom’s” taco by scraping leftover salmon or halibut from your kids’ plates, sprinkle some cheddar cheese on top, add some hot sauce to taste and roll it into a tortilla. The same goes for beef, veggies or chicken!

–        Order pizza at least once a week. Order a Greek salad for yourself, but eat only the olives, salad dressing, cucumbers and feta cheese pieces. Then go ahead and have the biggest slice of pizza (or two) because you know you want it!

–        Treat yourself to an ice cream cone every time your kids have one. You’ll be amazed at the results.

–        And last but not least, any time you see a lemonade stand, or Del’s frozen lemonade truck, buy a cup and drink it up. You’ll be packing on the water weight in no time!

With all the excitement about the Royal Baby, I just have to say a few words in praise of our fellow new mum, the gorgeous and gracious Princess Kate Middleton. Congratulations to the royal couple of such a beautiful baby boy heir, Prince George!

Boy, she makes giving birth look so easy, doesn’t she? I don’t know if I could handle all the pressure. Yet she has such a natural strength and beauty that blows me away…and makes me sigh with relief that I’m not a royal.

Top 10 reasons why I’m not fit to be a princess mum:

1. I would still be in too much pain (and whining to my husband about my aches and pains down under) to wave at anyone (let alone millions of people and members of the media) after giving birth.
2. I’d still be shaking from the epidural, because I’d ask for an epidural (because I REMEMBER how painful my deliveries were)!
3. I’d be scrounging to find something that would fit over my swelling belly and boobies, meaning I’d probably pull on an old pair of yoga pants that I had to spray with Fabreze before leaving for the hospital because I wore them so often and pair it with an un-ironed top, which would most likely not be captured well (at any angle) by zoom lenses. (How did she manage to look so gorgeous in a dress after all that???!!!!!)
4. My greasy, unwashed hair would be tied back, adding another five years and 15 pounds, give or take a wrinkle or crinkle.
5. I’d order tortilla chips, queso dip and a bottle of domestic beer in the delivery room following the birth, and I’m pretty sure I’d scare away my in-laws because I don’t think they’d allow Government cheese or domestic brews of any sort. The horror!
6. My drug-store waterproof mascara would run from tears of joy and perpetual changes in hormone levels, and I’d probably lose a contact so I’d have to wear my old pair of mauve Sally Jesse Raphael-style glasses, which my husband would have thoughtfully packed for me at the last-minute because he’d know I’d probably lose a contact whilst pushing. (Making me look even more like a total arse rather than a naturally strong and sophisticated royal.)
7. I’d be in a wheelchair because I had to be wheeled out of the hospital following my first child’s birth. (After 31 hours of labor and two hours of pushing, you would too!)
8. I would swear like a sailor after the first major contraction until the nice anesthesiologist walks in and sticks a needle in my backside. I’d yell out profanities and scream so loud, it would shake the entire maternity ward. (Been there, done that.)
9. I’d want more time alone with my precious newborn baby and husband. I’d want to drink in the baby Honeymoon stage longer. I’d probably hide my baby under three blankets and a carriage in front of the media because I wouldn’t want him to be subjected to any outside forces (like the wind). (This usually only applies to first-borns, because you “get” by baby #2 that they are totally resilient and you CAN take them for a walk, a ride and INSIDE a Starbucks and they will be OK.)
10. And the 10th reason I am most definitely NOT fit to be a royal mother? I would not want ANY outside visitors after the very first, very sleepless night with my baby, let alone a cranky grandmother-in-law who wants you to curtsy in her presence. Let me tell you, no one wants to be doing any curtsying, bowing, smiling or small-talking when you’re wearing a maxi pad the size of a small island!

Guess who is on Scarymommy.com? I’m honored to be a guest blogger on my friend Jill Smokler’s blog! She is the best. And I’m grateful to vent to women like you about The Ubiquitous Arm Dangle. I have a feeling you’ll get what I’m talking about. Thanks for all your support, tips and comments. I can’t stop giggling. http://www.scarymommy.com/the-ubiquitous-arm-dangle/ Enjoy!

I could dedicate an entire book to venting about shopping with my children. Whether it involves running, chasing, timeouts, side swiping, spilling, crying, screaming, urinating or accidental stealing, I’ve been through it all.

This illustration says it all, really.

A couple “mortifying” shopping trips come to mind. Like the time I forgot to put a pull-up on my daughter when we went to the hair salon. Every two minutes, I’d ask, “Honey, do you have to go to the bathroom?” “No, I OK.” “You’re sure?” “I OK, mommy.” Five minutes later, we walk over to the shampoo station and in front of three hair stylists, my little girl squats (without getting her floral dress wet, mind you) and pees all over the floor.

While shopping in Pottery Barn for Kids, my 20-month-old son was playing quietly with an electronic dinosaur display. Everything was all fantabulous until I noticed an odor that could melt the plaid off of a pillow sham. Without even flinching, I lifted my son off the ground and oh yes…..sniffed his bum. Sure enough, it was my child who was causing the entire boy’s bedding section to clear out.

It doesn’t matter how big your little ones are or how many kids you have, bringing them to the store is a lot like throwing up. You never want to do it, but when the time comes, you realize you have no choice – and you know you’ll feel so much better when it’s over.

Thankfully, there are a few things you can do to help delay the running, chasing, timeouts, side swiping, spilling, crying, screaming, urinating or accidental stealing. One of my favorites is feeding the kids snacks while grocery shopping. Stop by the deli counter with a cart full of noisy kids and you’ll see even the longest line thin out so fast, the deli lady will give away free slices of cheese to all your children.

Unfortunately, this keeps them quiet for approximately one aisle.

Another thing you can do is try to make shopping seem like a fun activity. I used to put my kids in those obnoxiously wide mini-van-style kiddie carts so they could pretend to drive while I shopped. This sounds all nifty until you go shopping in aisles that are so narrow, you’ll get side-swiped if you hold a box of cereal the wrong way.

When shopping with kids, be swift and efficient. Don’t think, just shop. Try to get in and out as fast as you can. I like to collect as many edible products as possible while keeping their little fingers and toes inside the cart and simultaneously crossing items off my list. I don’t mind substituting American cheese for Swiss. I’ll sort it out later and deal with any extra cheese on my thighs after they hit college.

I once raced through the automatic doors of a local grocery store with smiling children in tow, swept past the produce aisle, grabbed the greenest bunch bananas and over-ripe strawberries, and upon reaching the bakery, nearly ran over an elderly store clerk, knocked down a cake display and apologized to three customers as I flew past the aisles. We blocked the exit doorway for a full minute when my then two-year-old refused to move out of the way. By the time I picked her up and put her back in the cart, she was crying so hard, I thought someone was going to call the local authorities.

Another thing you can do is pretend to look like you’ve got everything under control even when you’re about to snap. I have this annoying tendency to whisper-yell to my kids when they start to misbehave in a store. “No,” “Get back in the cart.” “Put that down.” “Stop touching your sister.” “Don’t put that in your mouth.” “Use your manners.” “Get back here this instant.” Get back in the cart. Stop doing that. Put that down!” Now my voice is getting louder and people are starting to stare. I start fake smiling and nodding at people as they pass by.

At this point, I should have already left the store, as my “intelligent parenting” books suggest. But when I’m out with my kids, my inner idiot tends to shine. I forget any semblance of common sense. After all, I only have three items left on my list and I can’t just leave.

That’s me as I read “The HORRORS of Shopping with Kids” during the 2013 Providence Listen to Your Mother Show in May. 

This method of mothering, not surprisingly, isn’t very impressive. It gives off the “So, you’re the crazy lady with kids” looks.

By the time I get the kids in the car, I think I’ve crossed off everything on my shopping list along with every “Don’t” parenting tip imaginable.

Just as we’re pulling into the driveway, I notice that everyone is quiet. There’s no spilling, pushing, crying, screaming or urinating. Everyone is great. As I start putting away the groceries, I think, “Maybe it wasn’t that bad.” Maybe the nightmare was just my imagination. Until I realize we forgot the milk.

Another link: This one is now on YouTube, my friends. So proud of my fellow Listen to Your Mother sisters for their performances. (And for your kindness as I had just wiped away the tears after hearing all of their amazing pieces before reading this.)

Sound familiar?

“Mom, I’m bored.”

“Mom, mom, mom, mom, mom, mom, mom.”

– “Yes.”

“I’m bored.”

Are your kids suffering from what I like to call, Suburban Summer Angst?

“Oh, the HORROR!” (And yes, I’m saying this in jest with a fake and very verklempt Rhode Island accent (the correct pronunciation in the RI Dictionary is, “Haaaaarwwwwwrrww-ah).

I mean, there’s nothing worse than BORED KIDS!

Frankly… it’s our summer mommy sanity on the line, right?

We literally just came back from vacation (sand still in my flip flops) and my kids are already starting with the “Mom, I’m bored.”

Don’t even get me started.

“There’s nothing to do, Mom.”

– “Go play, honey!”

“No one is home.”

– “Then play with your sister.”

“Really?”

“Sally can’t play and so and so is gone all summer long.”

– “Then call ____.”

“She’s not home either and there’s NOTHING to do.”

– “Nothing to do? I’ll give you something to do! In fact I’ll give you 25 things to do!”

I mean it too!

If you’re looking for some ideas to beat summer boredom, check out my latest Ask Mom Online RI column. https://onlineri.com/articles/ask_mom Enjoy! (For the love of mommy sanity…enjoy!) 😉

STOP COMPARING YOURSELF!

Do you compare yourself to other moms? Check out my Ask Mom OnlineRI column to read why it’s time for you to stop the mommy madness!

We all accidentally swear in front of our kids. You’ve done it. I’ve done it.

We all do it.

Shoot happens. But I will say, through the years, I’ve tried relentlessly to use substitute swear words in front of my kids. Unfortunately, when something happens that’s out of my control……I panic. I forget. I temporarily lose “mommy” control. And although I want the oh-so-satisfying profanities to release themselves into the wild, I catch myself. And I try NOT to say THAT eff-in WORD at the last minute.

For example:

* When I ran downstairs recently, took one wretched whiff and realized my dog had gone #2 loosely all over the family room rug, my kids heard me scream, then shout, “SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

HHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhh

UUUUUUUGGGGAR.”

* When I burned myself on my daughter’s cute mini cupcake maker, (which I swear was modeled after Arrested Development’s illegal-in-the-U.S. Cornballer machine) my kids might hear: “HOOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLLL

LLYYYYYYYY

SHHHHHHHHH

HHHHHuuuugar” spew out of my mouth.

* When I hit my elbow (for the umpteenth time) on the corner of the kitchen counter, all they hear is:

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

uuuuuddddge.”

These words are incredibly lame. I know this. But they must be used….most of the time at least. Or else my children would think their mother is indeed a sailor.

Other favorite phrases in my house that my grandmother frowns at, but I think are passable for good parenting?

– “For the love of…… Christmas”

– “Dang it”

– “Jinkies”(Courtesy of Scooby Doo!)

– “Beetle juice”

– “Flippin'”

– “O M Goodness”

– “Mother of Pearl”

– “Praise Jeebus” (thanks to Homer Simpson)

– “Fahrvergnügen”

– “Holy Tamale”

– And my personal favorite…”Son of a……”

I’m not an idiot. I know my kids don’t live under a rock. I get that they recognize REAL swear words. They watch PG and PG-13 movies (from the 1980’s, mind you) sometimes. It’s all about the ear-muffs, right? When they hear a bad word, my husband and I will warn them, “Ear-muff it, kids. If you accidentally hear it, NEVER use that word”. And they jokingly cover their ears. (Foot note: This method of parenting is courtesy of Vince Vaughn’s role in the movie Old School, thank you very much.)

But as long as I am their mother, I will keep trying! Gosh help me, I will keep trying.

For the record, when my daughter started talking, she had a difficult time putting T and R together. As you may have guessed, almost everything beginning with T or TH winds up sounding like F. This is not a good thing for a variety of reasons. Every time she would see a fire truck, my youngest child would shout out the F word, (and I’m not talking about flippin) repeatedly, for everyone to hear. And all my substitute phrases, along with my mommy pride, would fly out the window. Son of a, holy, for the love of…Mother of PEARL!!

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They didn’t mean to do it. They were just there. A box of donuts. Sitting on top of my fridge. The white cardboard box staring back at me, practically calling my name.

“Jackie,” it whispered as I stood in the kitchen, snacking on a carrot that was about as satisfying as a dab of toothpaste.

“You know you want one.”

My stomach was churning, but I refused to walk over.

A half dozen Allie’s donuts inside the box. Mocking me. A day after the doctor told me I had gained a few pounds. They weren’t meant for me. They were just a sweet gesture from my husband while he was in North Kingstown.

They were lined up with their cute frosted, sprinkled heads. Bright pink, blue and yellow. Darling AND delicious, like decorated Easter eggs. They were waiting for me to bite into their moist, chewy, doughy selves.

Having one of these donuts is not considered snacking. It’s like an out of body experience.

Something happens to you. You realize that if you could eat them all day (without blowing up and going into cardiac arrest), there would be no need for men. I adore my husband. But this stuff is… like… buttah.

I mean, when it comes down to it, all we really need in life (aside from our loved ones) are frosted mounds of dough with holes in the middle. Sure, place me on a treadmill. Give me a few rounds of Tylenol from the sugar high. Make me run around the block while holding a box.

The satisfaction you get from biting into these unbelievably sweet, but not disgustingly sugary hole-less dough-balls, is like something I simply can’t write out loud.

But, like I told you, I went to the doctor’s and found out that I’ve gained a few pounds over the past year. Not a good thing when you’re 42.  Not 22, sweet Ms. Swift. 42.

So I promised myself to cut back on certain things. No, I’m not going on a fast.  Unfortunately, I eat AROUND THE CLOCK and always have. I jog and do Pilates too.

But unfortunately, I tend to eat a little too much. Which has caused me to get that roll around the middle when I try to squeeze into last year’s jeans. And shorts. And anything without an elastic waistband. And yes, I have that “crack” problem when I bend down too far in jeans.

My problem is, my whole life, I’ve exercised AND had a fast metabolism. I’ve pretty much been able to eat whatever the heck I want. Until now.

Your metabolism at 42 is like watching a tortoise chase a Tootsie Roll. It’s so slow, it’s torturous.
I once when on a protein diet. My body was in agony after six hours. I cracked and had one slice of bread. One slice. I GAINED weight that very night.

I mean, really?

Oh, what happened to the box of donuts?

It’s in the recycle bin now. The donuts? They are long gone.

What? Who? Me?

Oh, I wanted them. I craved them like Gossip Girl craves her first Gucci bag.

But guess what?

I did not eat a single donut.

I snacked on an apple.

Then hard candy.

Then 18 chocolate chips.

With a shaky hand, I cut the decorative dough-balls into squares.

Then I placed them on a platter. Opened the sliding glass door.

And gave them to all the kids playing in my backyard.

Are you a stay-at-home-mom? Do you work outside the home? Do you work from home? Part-time? Full-time? Still trying to figure it out before your toddler wakes up?

Whatever you do, you’re a rock star. And I think you can relate to this mom who wrote in to my Ask Mom OnlineRI column with a dilemma that many mothers face: Should you quit your job? Look for another one?

And, how do we balance it all?

Please find my two cents here.