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Having it All Often Means Doing it All

*The title of this post is said in a joking, not exactly sarcastic way, but certainly not in a serious way.  Throw in an eye roll as you read and a knowing grin, and you’ll get it!

So much to tell you, but where to begin?

For Mother’s Day my wonderful husband decided he would interview me on his radio show and asked if I wanted to invite a couple other moms to come on  the show too.   “Yes, please!” I said and promptly invited my friends, Ibby Grace of the blog Tiny Grace Notes (AKA Ask an Autistic), Paula Durbin-Westby, who has two blogs, one with her name as its title and the other – Autism Acceptance Day (which is a terrific resource filled with interviews among other things) and Lauri Swann Hunt of the fabulous website and blog Ollibean, where both her son Henry and Amy Sequenzia often post among many other wonderful writers.  The show aired last night at 8:30PM – 10:00PM Eastern Daylight Savings Time and has been archived ‘here‘ for those who would like to listen.  We do not have a transcript of it yet, but my fabulous friend Alyssa of the blog, Yes, That Too, suggested we break it into ten minute chunks, which means we need eight more people to volunteer.   Anyone who is so inclined can contact me here or at emmashopeblog@gmail.com and we will get a transcript written!

I meant to write a post about all of this yesterday so anyone who wanted to listen live, could, but Richard came down with some sort of stomach bug that kept him up for the better part of the night and Em woke up in the middle of the night complaining of a sore throat.  When I went to her she was burning up, so I stayed with her for the rest of the night.   By yesterday morning, which was also the first day of my “play date with jewelry” trunk show, I realized, I was not going to be able to keep all the necessary balls in the air.  It was that moment when you realize the reality and what you had envisioned, were not meshing even remotely and so priorities needed to be set.  Nic, who was off early to go on a three-day field trip, made it out the door without mishap.  A doctor’s appointment for Em was secured. Joe, Em’s devoted, dedicated and all around amazing therapist, was called in for reinforcements. Richard was checked in on and given liquids between preparations for my trunk show.

By the way, the show continues today, for those who might be interested in playing with jewelry and seeing my Transitions Collection, which I’ve finally gotten up on my Ariane Zurcher Jewelry website, and joining me to play with the real thing and so I can give a live demonstration of all the various possibilities, many of which the website does not yet have or do.

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So given that the day was not proceeding as optimally as planned, it was kind of fitting and perfect that Richard, albeit, groggily, insisted that the radio show (dedicated to motherhood and all that entails) must go on as planned!  So it did. And other than a couple of minutes when Richard and I were inexplicably tossed out of the show, it was great fun, everyone was wonderful and I think Paula Durbin-Westby may need to seriously consider hosting her own radio show in the foreseeable future!  As I said at the end of the show, it is these Moms and women like them, who have helped me be a better mother to both my children.  I am so lucky and very, very grateful.

Merlin Assists in Preparing for the Trunk Show

Merlin:Jewelry 

A Call To Action – “Wake Up The Boys And Grab The Plunger”

6:22AM -   “Honey, I’m hopping  into the shower.  And I mean that literally,” I announced.

“Time to wake up the boys and grab the plunger,”  Richard replied.

“You’re a funny man,”  I said, laughing.  ”God I love our life.”

“It’s a good one,” Richard grinned.

A little back story:

Our bedroom is like Grand Central Station.  Allow me to explain and for the record – no, it is not because we’re running some sort of upscale brothel.   Our bedroom is the first place both the children want to be when entering our home.  Is anyone thinking, these people clearly need boundaries?  Well for those who are, you have a valid point.  I don’t agree with it, but it’s valid and for those who were not thinking it, I’ve probably planted that little seed into your minds and NOW you are at least considering the idea.  To you I say… whatever, eye roll and shrug before walking away.  But I digress…

Our children are drawn to our bedroom like bees to the hive.  It’s like some  kind of  vortex, a siren song calling to them.  A place that instills comfort, a feeling of safety and serenity, like a soft, sensual womb.  Or maybe it’s the really big TV screen that calls to Nic and our king sized bed with silky sheets that beckons to Emma, it’s hard to say and I haven’t done a scientific study (pause)  yet.  As a result our bed is in a constant state of unmade disarray, rumpled sheets, pillows abandoned on the floor, mattress askew.  Richard, who, it has to be said, is just a tad compulsive – cough, cough, totally OCD, cough - about the bed being made each morning, is driven to distraction by this state of affairs.  We make our bed at least four times throughout the day.  Richard is rolling his eyes and muttering – What’s she talking about “we”?  I’m the one who’s making it all the time, not her.   But why quibble about the details?  All of that is beside the point.

It is not just our bedroom that draws the occupants of our house, it is our bathroom as well.  We have three bathrooms and yet, the children prefer ours.  Again, I have no answers.  So it is not unusual for Richard and I, as happened last night, to come home from our “date night” to find our toilet clogged.  To be blunt, both our children are cloggers, ‘nuf said.   I’m German, or at least part German and could go on and on about this, but the Swiss part of me is calling for a little restraint, so I will.  Restrain.  Myself.

Because we are busy and somewhat disorganized, we have not gotten it together to purchase more than one plunger for the house.  And last night that one, coveted plunger was not in our bathroom.   Not wanting to risk waking either child to locate said plunger, we opted to leave the toilet seat down and figure it out in the morning.  I know, this is bordering on TMI (too much information).  What?  I’ve already entered into the TMI zone?  Okay, well again, whatever… All of this is in explanation for Richard’s call to action, ”Wake up the boys and grab the plunger!”  Personally, I think it’s an excellent way to start the morning. I intend to repeat this, completely out of context, in the coming weeks and months, because, well that’s the way I roll.

As a quick aside,  Emma will be singing in her end of the year performance at her school this morning.  I cannot wait!

Emma took this photograph of our bedroom two days ago.  Can we all appreciate the symmetry, the angle, the lighting…