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I'm a totally suburban mother of 3 married to a sexy Brit. Before I was a mom, I was a real person working as a creative writer at some hot advertising shops in New York City. Now I freelance when I can (annisawesome.com). I call my kids the 3 assholes, which is a term of endearment. For fun I have a gazillion side projects I’ve started but not finished. Yay me.

Monday, July 20, 2015

The Luxury of Time



So I apologize for going totally off the grid. But my kids suck up all of my time. They are time suckers. Just look at them...with their adorable faces and smiles that melt your heart. What a bunch of assholes.

Anyway, the school year is about 1 month gone now and we are totally into summer. Summer in the suburbs rocks. I'll definitely give it props for that. It's sprawling and spacious. You can grill on the deck and just let the kids outside. They play in the yard. Chalk in the driveway. Ride their bikes. Go on their swings. Climb trees. You can bust out the Slip N Slide. Fill up the inflatable pool. Run through the sprinkler. Play with the kids across the street. And that's not even mentioning the bazillion town activities there are to choose from. There are neighborhood pools and reservoirs. Everything is so family friendly. The suburbs in the summer is a suburban utopia.

Well in comparison to New York or Hoboken. Summer in New York just smells. Really bad. You're always sweating and breathing in that hot sewer air when you cross the street. Or go down into the subway. And with kids...forget it. Everyone and their grandmother are crowded into the same little water park trying to squeeze into that really small shaded area. Doing anything is tiring because you are always so hot. And lugging around huge water bottles and snacks. And kids.

But backing up...the year went great. I think. All three of my kids are still alive and "graduated" onto 2nd grade and second year of pre-school. Win win. If anyone was wondering about the Steve Songs show - it went really well. We made money. Everyone had fun. Well, except for me and the other girl running it. Being in charge of a major fund raising event is stressful. I sacrificed going to a Pats playoff game people. But it was for the kids. And the preschool. And that's all that really matters...I think.

But getting back to point - I haven't been able to blog about all my suburban happenings because I never have a second to myself. Not in bed. Not in the bathroom. It's pretty much all kids all the time. A blessing and a curse. I've often wonder what the fuck I used to do before I had kids. I mean, I can remember there being times when I actually thought "I have no time." REALLY? You have no kids. How do you have no time? Oh right, because Sundays you sleep until 11:00, roll down to the diner downstairs, have some breakfast and read the paper. Go for a walk. Watch a basketball game. Meet a friend for dinner. Life was tough.

I never realized that time was such a luxury. Whenever I have a babysitter (which is not often) I'm always late. Or rushing around to "fit it all in". I mean, it's hard to decide what to do when you actually do have a little time to yourself. You have to choose how to allocate that time. I really just always want to sleep. Or lay on the couch with a margarita. But I never do what I really want to do. No time. There's laundry to be done. Emails to write. Schedules to plan. Calendars to update. Dinners to cook. Fat belly's to work off. Showers to take. And that's not including all of the cool "side projects" I've begun. And then never work on. Because of the time-suckers.

But that's ok. I've kind of made peace with the fact that my time doesn't really belong to me any more. It's theirs. And I'm fine with that. Because they are so damn cute. And cuddly. And they love me so much. At least for now. I figure I should ride that wave as long as possible. So keep on sucking kids. The summer-time suburban utopia awaits.