Graduation aka Parental Academy Awards

IMG_0448Last night as I was laying on the couch after my middle daughter Bella’s graduation, I was contemplating my pure and complete exhaustion. Why in the world was I so tired? I mean really, all I did today was get up early (sure,that sucks but really no biggie),  and go sit in the sun for a couple hours to celebrate the achievements of my middle daughter. The ceremony itself wasn’t worthy of the exhaustion that had left me flat out on my back on the couch with feet up in the air, conquered by complete mental and physical exhaustion. Later that evening as I was reminiscing the graduation I found that even though we were there to celebrate Bella, I couldn’t help but realizing how proud I was of myself for HER accomplishments. I struggled with this for a few minutes: was it right of me to think I deserved some of her thunder? I mean, sure, she did the actual schooling but  wasn’t that me who was there behind the scenes the whole time? Wasn’t it me prodding her to do her homework, schlepping her to and fro for years,  exposing her to new things, making the lunches, doing the laundry, bearing the brunt of her angsty temper-tantrums…..The list seemed endless in the ways I supported this kid and made this moment possible.  It was at that point that I realized graduation is like the Academy Awards, my daughter the lead actress and us parents, we are the behind the scene producers. Sure are actors may win best actor in our film, but deep down we know that we were the ones who helped to get them where they are. As they walk up to the stage to accept their award, everybody stares at the amazing transformation of the actor from a nobody to somebody. To them it’s all magic, to us we know that behind-the-scenes, there was plenty of blood sweat and tears to get to this point. We know the years of frustration and arguments,the elation and pain, the cuddles and laughter that have brought us to this stage here and now.

Most of the time at these awards, the producers take the backseat. Sure, their name may come up once or twice in a thank you speech but overall it is the actor/actress who gets all the accolades. However, deep down us “producers” know that we had a significant hand in putting them there. We came up with the original idea, we “brought the project to life”, and funded the project mostly on our own. We were there through thick (personal achievements, team wins, celebrating milestones) and the thin (the lovely terrible 2’s, the angsty teen years) yet we never gave up on our vision of what the project would become.  Sometimes the project starts to change in unexpected ways. There are times when it seems to be more of a drama that we hadn’t counted on. It is the producers’ job to wrangle that in and change the pace of our project. Sometimes our project goes completely sideways into an area of ridiculous comedy. Any good movie has sprinkles of comedy throughout so we producers foster and savor those moments. I think most of us producers hope for a well balanced movie with just the right balance of drama/comedy/sacrifice and celebration. We hope for a project that ends on a positive note with all the trials and tribulations being worth it in the end. That was yesterday. While sitting in our seats while the actor crosses the stage,  our hearts swell with pride and internally I am yelling to the world “look at what I made…it’s AWESOME!!”.

Of course there will always be critics willing to tear apart any project no matter how perfect. We can only hope that our actors and actresses are strong enough to take whatever criticism comes their way to turn around and use it constructively. We hope that the actions and intentions of our project  will outshine any negativity that somebody tries to shade them with and that the project won’t suffer at the hands of those trying to bring them down. As a producer, this is one of the most difficult struggles. We KNOW what the critics are not seeing and that their unfair lens may taint the view of others towards our project. All we can do is hope our project breaks through the criticism and rises above it.

And finally, in the end, the strongest of these actors and actresses will go on to come producers of their own. Some will attempt it sooner than others while many will wait and participate in more projects first. Either way as their original producer ,we get to watch these humans go on and perpetuate the wheels that we have set in motion. Some will get derailed and we will take them on as project again when no one else will….because we KNOW their potential. Ultimately they will go on to create a movie that we will be proud of.

So as I lay here utterly exhausted I realize that my exhaustion isn’t from one day of sitting in the sun. It is from 17 1/2 years of mourning my heart and soul into my project, crossing my fingers, and hoping I have put everything into it in order for it to be the success we hope for. Four years ago I picked up my first award and that project has gone on to create wonderful scenes and make me a proud producer. Today my second project picked up her diploma and again,  I feel as if I have also won the award. Tonight I will sleep blissfully. Only one more project in my queue. Four more years until I will retire as a producer and watch my projects conquer the world with their own.

Take the Plunge

The other day I went looking for our plunger as we were having yet another plumbing emergency thanks to our lovely septic system….. And, as luck would have it, the mighty plunger was nowhere to be found. After not finding it in the cabin, I went over and looked in the main house with no luck. Just to be thorough I checked the two travel trailers and ended my search after checking both garages…the plungers were officially missing. I finally gave up and asked Jason since I knew he was the last one to use it in the main house where the most recent plumbing emergency occurred not too long ago. I asked him where in the world he put it when he was done as I had been looking pretty much everywhere I thought a plunger could possibly be and detailed out my hide and seek search around our property. He said

“I don’t know, did you check outside on the ground?” to which I replied “Why would I look outside on the ground????”

Starting to get impatient he said “Sometimes I throw it out the window when I’m done.”

I think I stood there with my jaw on the ground for a full 20 seconds….processing that one statement.

“You mean you threw it out the bathroom window? ”

“Yeah, I do that sometimes… Don’t you? ”

No. I don’t. I can honestly say that thought has NEVER even occurred to me. My very next thought was “thank God we live out in the country were neighbors are not super close so that they can’t wonder with amazement at a plunger flying out the window.”

 

The missing plungers showed up a few days later….probably having been drug off by the dogs after their flight out the window….IMG_5324

New Year, New Dawn

IMG_5274One of my favorite events every year is our neighborhood New Year’s Eve Progressive. I can’t say with 100% certainty when I started this tradition but it spans at least the last 6 years. We start here at the Skinner Ranch and make our way eating and drinking through the evening as we briskly brave the chilly air walking from house to house. When we first started this, my girls would make it to the first few houses and eventually opt to return home where kid friendly snacks and Just Dance were entertainment enough. Now they can hang in there with the best of us….

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Last night’s evening started off slower than in the past. Our “home” this year is our tiny cabin as we remodel our farmhouse and it is about as tiny as you can get. Most of the neighbors did not make the optional first stop here for the traditional expresso martini so we had some time to kill….and a dance party ensued. Que Jason setting up a last minute amp and some speakers, plug in the iPhone and wahla….we were up and running. I love dancing more than just about anything but with a room full of teenagers, I was NOT about to be the first one to make a move. No worries. Bella kicked it off in high gear with what I call the “used car balloon wavy” dance. From there we all joined in at some point…the two oldest teens wearing their matching Thing One and Thing Two once pajamas. Our tiny cabin heated up fast so we moved the dance party out to the deck where we coulee REALLY get our groove on.

 

At some point we released we were late to the next stop on the agenda (and I new I had enough bribery material successfully recorded) and we joined the rest of the neighborhood.

 

Flash forward to the last stop of the evening…our tiny cabin. We filled our tiny cabin with more than 20 people. I was impressed that we all fit and were fairly comfortable as well. We rang in the new year with champagne, jello shots, popcorn and donuts. We stayed up until 2 hanging out with the greatest neighbors a gal could ask for. Like all good things, the evening had to end and eventually we all went to bed.

 

The next morning, the 4 teens were passed out all over the tiny cabin so Jason and I had to creep around as quietly as possible to let them sleep lest we wake the angry beasts. Taking my first sober view of the remains from the night before, the mess was amazing. Champagne glasses left all around and jello shots laying in sad globs on the floor. Party hats and noisemakers tucked into every crevice. Popcorn and donut sprinkles littered the floor like edible confetti. It was a sight to see for sure. I silently cleaned it all up, impressed with my ninja cleaning skills. The only part I could not really tackle was the vacuuming which I decided could wait until the beasts awakened. When the girls FINALLY joined the world at noon I could not contain my excitement of being able to finish cleaning  and I quipped ” Holy cow it’s like we had a party or something here last night” to which Bella replied “Actually I was thinking that it doesn’t look that bad at all”…..When I reminded her that I had been up for HOURS before her and did 90% of the cleanup in that time the realization dawned on her face as she said “Oh yeah. Riiiight.” See? The new year is already making us wiser.

Yoga pants

For the past four weeks I have been teaching full-time, substituting for a teacher that unexpectedly had to go out just before the first day of school. I love teaching and I love the chance to be in a classroom for longer periods of time so I eagerly jumped on this opportunity even though I was fully aware of the chaos it would throw my family into. You see, when I go back to work the whole world Apparently stops turning. Obviously not in the literal sense but just that home life becomes very interesting. It is funny how when I go back to work all of a sudden there’s no one there to do the laundry, clean the house, or create fabulous home-cooked meals. There’s no one standing by to bake scrumptious snacks, run all those ridiculous never ending errands, or to drop off that forgotten book or forgotten piece of sports equipment. Essentially, the Skinner household comes to a complete, screeching halt. I can’t complain because I know this every time I take on a job like this and it’s funny what I seem to miss most about being unemployed. I miss cleaning my house…. The statement that if my mother could hear would make her laugh heartily. I’m not a filthy person but I do seem to thrive any certain amount of chaos and my house clearly depicts that on any given day. However, as chaotic as it may get, I do enjoy putting my house back together every morning and starting over fresh and new. I also miss finishing entire pots of coffee before 9 AM. When I’m teaching I get a cup or two before I have to race out the door to get over the hill. When I’m not working, I still race around the house but the race is to get the kids out of the house all while enjoying my pot of coffee. Yes pot, not cup. Most of all I think I miss my yoga pants. Every night before go to sleep when I’m working I have to think about what I’m going to wear the next day. I have to make a concerted effort to look decent. I have to make sure what I am wearing says “teacher “. No low cut shirts, no comfy tennis shoes, and worst of all, no yoga pants. Tonight I came home and put on my yoga pants with a new appreciation. The forgiving stretch, the wonderful comforting feel of them wrapped around my legs… I had almost forgotten what bliss they are to wear after weeks of proper skirts, dresses, and teacher shoes. I only have four more teaching days left of this job. You can be sure that for the next four days, The carrot at the end of my stick that will get me through is the thought that soon my days will again be filled with yoga pants.

Cheerios…a Love/Hate Relationship

I have love-hate relationships with a few things in my life; Ikea….love the furniture, HATE the process of buying and making it; technology….cant live with it, can’t live without it!…and my most frustrating love-hate relationship is with Cheerios. Everyone I know loves Cheerios, they are a staple of family life. I purchased my first box approximately 17 3/4 years ago when my oldest daughter was first able to eat them and I am still purchasing them on a weekly basis. They are fun to eat, portable, decently healthy, and most of all, the kids love them. If given a choice between a bowl of popcorn and a bowl of Cheerios, I’m not sure which one would win in this house.

They are watching you….always watching….

With so much love for this tiny little nugget how could anyone hate them you ask? I hate them because I think they’re secretly trying to take over the world. Think about it, they are EVERYWHERE! Pull up a couch cushion and there they are. Look in between ANY seat in the car and they are staring back at you. You can superclean your house but the second you move one piece of furniture there they are, lying in wait. Every time you walk around the house barefoot (a rare thing for me as I am not a barefoot person)… You can almost count on hearing at that horrific crunch sound of a cheerio being pulverized into the floor. That sound would be very satisfying if it didn’t also mean that you now had to clean up the mess. If your times on my kids are growing up I would go on a cheerio strike. I would just stop buying them, hoping no one would notice and that the zombie cheerio population would go down. The kids always noticed and those darn stalking Cheerios seemed to be able to maintain their population just fine.

Once our vacuum cleaner went on the fritz. Desperate to keep the cheerio population in check, I immediately went on a hunt for a new vacuum. I think I surprised a lot of vacuum salespeople since I showed up with my own test, a Ziplock baggie full of Cheerios. You can imagine their surprise when I asked to try their vacuums as I’m dumping Cheerios onto their sales floor. You would be surprised how many vacuums do not pick Cheerios… (further proof of their attempt to take over the world). It took several different vacuum stores before I found the weapon of choice. This vacuum has sucked enough Cheerios in it’s short lifetime to feed a small country that they still seem to be everywhere.

My youngest is 10. I am looking at a minimum of eight more long years of Cheerios. If I ever go missing, look under the couch….that is probably where the C

heerio zombies will take me.

It’s a cell phone world and I’m a cell phone girl

This morning I found myself completely in awe of how much I can do with my cell phone. If you know me, you know that I LOVE my iPhone. So much so, that I have asked her to marry me several times to which she always replies something cute yet non committal like:

“That is nice. Can we get back to work now?”

“Let’s just be friends, OK?”

“My End User Licensing Agreement does not cover marriage. My apologies.”

and my favorite…

“You should know that you are not the only one who’s asked.”

But today as I was going about my daily errands I realized how much my iPhone is like a partner in my life. We do most EVERYTHING together. Here is a sampling of what we did together just this morning….

  • Deposited a check without leaving my home-way cool.
  • Transferred money between accounts
  • Ordered contact solution, a birthday gift, and cleaning supplies
  • Took pictures
  • Uploaded photos
  • Used a map app to find a place I needed to go
  • Sent an Evite
  • Paid for my daily addiction of coffee at Starbucks
  • Found sheet music for my cellist daughter
  • Dictated several emails
  • Had a good morning texting conversation with my oldest daughter who’s at college
  • Made a reservation for a restaurant without calling
  • Rearranged my schedule on my calendar
  • Programmed in several reminders
  • Refilled prescriptions
  • Listened to a podcast
  • Pulled a recipe off amy stored recipes to pick up ingredients
  • Downloaded my Safeway coupons for my grocery shopping trip

All that and not a single phone call. Come to think of it…I am not sure my hubby does that much with me…I guess I will just keep asking Penelope (that is what I named her) to marry me and hope she eventually gives in. Jason won’t mind this slight bit of polygamy. 

My kids make me smile….

I love my kids. I know we all do but today in particular my kids are making me smile. I was cleaning out the car, (a thankless job), getting ready to go to the grocery store for the day.  I came across this note that Rori-Kate had passed me last night when we were driving home at 10 PM from yet another late night out on a weeknight.Image I was driving and it was dark therefore I did not see what the note said and set it aside with a promise that I would look at it in the morning.  Of course, I completely forgot about it until I found it as I was cleaning up the car.

Now some background on why this note was written. I have a group of neighborhood ladies to get together about once every other month for a ladies night. We have been doing this for a couple years now and we decided that the guys will never plan anything like this for themselves so we decided they should have a poker night on the nights we have ladies night. This obviously leaves the kids wildly unattended, however, since there is only one small child in the group, it works. This time though since both parents would be out partying, my girls were little bitter about having to have a “babysitting party” so trying to make it worth their while I said they could have some fabulous, normally off-limits snacks for their “kid party” as long as it’s balance of some healthy with the junk food. That was days ago and the list never appeared until Rori-Kate made me a list last night. As a parent I am proud to see that fruit ranks pretty near the top of the list. As for puff balls… I have no idea what those are. The biggest smile I got was from number five which simply says “fruit” and “vegtables”. Does she not realize the cherries and carrots fall into these catagories?  Should I educate her on this matter or simply allow her to believe that they are separate groups and be able to sneak another few serving in there? And what about the “crackers that she loves”? I know she had an infatuation with saltines for quite a while but they are hardly a wild and crazy snack choice.

As a mom, I am proud of this list. It shows that I have taught my girls the right way to eat and that even when they are feeling like really eating bad….puff balls and popcorn are the worst they can come up with. When I’m at the store today I will get everything on this list as she expects but I am sure she may end up with some unexpected surprise REAL junk food. Just to balance it all out.  I think that’s fitting since I got the unexpected smile this morning from this list.

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Our little corner of heaven