Spooky and Kooky Days of the Week

In four short years, I’ve had to listen to a lot of music designed for kids. Some of it is fun, some of it I’d even call enjoyable, but I find the best songs are the ones that actually teach kids something in the process.

I’m volunteering at Cordy’s preschool one morning a week right now, which has been a great opportunity to see exactly what Cordy’s learning while there. I like to see the teaching methods used so I can copy them at home for some consistency. And I discovered that her teacher has a fun sense of humor when using music to teach.

My first morning there, Cordy’s teacher had them gather for circle time, and she asked them to sing the Days of the Week song. As they started singing, I suddenly realized that I knew the tune. And it wasn’t a tune I was expecting to hear, either. I had to stifle giggles while they sang it.

I learned that day that you can really take any tune at all and put new words to it to make it fun for kids. Since then, we sing it around the house, too, and I’ll share it with all of you:

Days of the Week
(Sung to the Addams Family song – if your kids can’t snap, claps work just fine)

Days of the week *snap**snap*
Days of the week *snap**snap*
Days of the week, days of the week, days of the week *snap**snap*
There’s Sunday and there’s Monday
There’s Tuesday and there’s Wednesday
There’s Thursday and there’s Friday
And then there’s Saturday
Days of the week *snap**snap*
Days of the week *snap**snap*
Days of the week, days of the week, days of the week *snap**snap*

This post was written for Parent Bloggers Network as an entry for a contest sponsored by Bush’s Beans. They’re giving away two $500 gift cards to Best Buy this weekend – that could wrap up a lot of my holiday shopping this year!



Moments We’re Not Proud Of

Many of you may read Catherine of Her Bad Mother, and you probably know that she’s been having a rough time lately. This parenting gig isn’t always baby giggles and butt wiggles – we often discover some of the deepest, darkest parts of ourselves on this journey, too. Ali recently wrote a post to lend some support to Catherine in an “I’ve been there” kinda way, and I wanted to share my story, too.

I can’t count the number of times I’ve scared myself with my own thoughts. Times when I was pushed beyond the breaking point by a late night crying session that was seemingly endless, or a child who simply wouldn’t do what I needed her to do. I don’t know if that says that I’m not well-suited to being a parent, or simply have a short fuse.

My worst moments were a little over a year ago, before Cordy was diagnosed as being on the autism spectrum and when she was at the height of her out-of-body, demonic possession tantrums. I know now that she couldn’t control herself – when she hit that right combination of sensory overload, all higher functions seemed to step out for awhile, leaving the primitive brain in charge for awhile. It was hard to see her like that, but it was also frustrating for me, and inconvenient, and often embarrassing when we were in public.

Her primal screaming, kicking, biting, and resisting me tested all of my limits of tolerance and patience. Many times I’d partially lose control, yelling at her and handling her roughly just to drag her out of the house or force her into her car seat. But more than once I can clearly remember snapping, suddenly noticing my hand up in the air, poised and ready to strike. I was shocked at my own in-the-moment instinct: the desire to hurt her – to beat her – was there, and it scared me more than any tantrum she has ever thrown.

I’m thankful that I was able to recognize the line and step away before crossing it and doing something I might forever regret. Those moments still bother me – I often torture myself for even thinking such things. What kind of a mom thinks of beating her child?

The truth is, many parents have these thoughts, and we shouldn’t judge ourselves or others for thinking them. Thoughts and actions are two very different things, and even though I might have been angry enough to carry out my irresponsible wishes, I didn’t do it. A different kind of instinct took over at that point – mother’s instinct.

And while I laugh about those long nights when Cordy was a baby, when Aaron and I discussed driving out to a cornfield and leaving her there, I also acknowledge that there were moments where I scared myself with violent thoughts. Recognizing where that escalation beyond frustration into violence begins, though, has helped me from reaching that point again. I’m not a great mother, but I do know I’m a pretty good mom, doing the best I can each day.

Although I still threaten to leave them in a cornfield.

What are your darkest moments of parenting? Write a post about it, leave a comment here, or e-mail Ali if you want to do it anonymously (details at her post here). And be sure to visit Catherine and lend her your support as well.



Haiku Friday: Stop the Ads!

I’m already sick
of campaign ads on TV
every five minutes

One more month to go
of attacks and one-sided
tales to influence

The one benefit
of these ads is I am now
watching less TV

Don’t get me wrong – I’m excited about this election and hope everyone votes, but if I have to watch another month of slanted, mud-slinging campaign ads, I think I might become a fan of anarchy. I’ve turned off the TV more than once this week just because I was sick of seeing the campaign ads during commercials.

To play along for Haiku Friday, follow these steps:

1. Write your own haiku on your blog. You can do one or many, all following a theme or just random. What’s a haiku, you ask? Click here.

2. Sign the Mister Linky below with your name and the link to your haiku post (the specific post URL, not your main blog URL). DON’T sign unless you have a haiku this week. If you need help with this, please let me know.

3. Pick up a Haiku Friday button to display on the post or in your sidebar by clicking the button at the top.

REMEMBER: Do not post your link unless you have a haiku this week! I will delete any links without haiku!



For Once, It’s OK To Follow The Herd

To my US readers:

Are you registered to vote yet? No? The deadline is quickly approaching – for many tomorrow is the last day to register. Here in Ohio, you have until October 6 to register. After that time, you’re out of luck, and no matter what your opinions are on issues at the city, state, and national level, your voice will go unheard.

It’s a close race this year – not just on who will be the next commander-in-chief, but on several other issues, too. Ohio, for instance, has like a billion constitutional amendments proposed, some of which you may not want to see written into state law.

If your excuse is you won’t be able to vote on Election Day, there’s a workaround for that, too: vote absentee. Ohio has already started sending out absentee ballots, or you can vote early in person anytime before November 4, even on weekends. Surely you can spare 15 minutes in the next month, right?

I received my absentee ballot today, and by early next week my vote will be cast. Easy-peasy.

So if you’re not registered, don’t wait any longer. Do it now before it’s too late. And yes, I know that means I’m encouraging people who would vote differently from me, too. You know what? That’s OK. Because while I certainly hope my guy wins the big race, I think everyone should exercise their right to vote, even if they vote differently from me.

And if I can’t convince you to vote, watch this video and let these famous people convince you. After all, celebrities make any argument stronger, right?



Old Navy’s Insane Exchange Policy

Have I mentioned how hard it is to dress Cordy? The kid has a long torso, shorter legs, and isn’t lacking in hips or butt. (More proof that she wasn’t switched at birth.) As a result, very few clothes fit her well. Anything that fits her waist and hips is always too long, and if the length is right, chances are it’s skin tight around her middle.

But I still had high hopes that Old Navy would work out. After all, she can wear their shorts and t-shirts without any problem. She’s never been able to wear jeans, but it was time to try the jeans – she’s four years old, and she’s noticed that other kids wear jeans and she doesn’t. Just to be safe, I ordered a pair of boys jeans, which are always looser in fit than girls. I also ordered some knit pants.

My mom paid for the online sale as a birthday gift for Cordy. When the package arrived, it was a disaster. Everything was way too long – far too long to even hem. The size 6 pants fit well in the midsection, but you could fold the extra length back over her feet. The boy jeans were a little too relaxed – not only were they too long, you couldn’t even tell where her legs were in these clown pants. I had to return them.

When I went to Old Navy today, my primary worry was that the store wouldn’t have the same items in a size 5. But I found each item easily, and decided to try two pairs of jeans made for girls instead of boys. I walked up to the register and explained that I needed to exchange two pairs of pants, return one pair of jeans, and buy two pairs of jeans.

“Oh, we no longer do exchanges for online returns,” I was told, “We can only do a return and then you can buy them again.”

“But these were purchased as a gift. Can’t I just switch the sizes? Or get a merchandise credit?”

“No, they must be processed as a return and the money returned to the card it was paid with. If you have the same card, you can charge it back to the card again.”

“I don’t have the card – I told you these were a gift.”

“Well then you’ll have to use another form of payment.”

I was sure she wasn’t understanding me. “Let me get this straight: if someone buys my children a gift online and I need a different size, I have to return the items, and the money will go back to the gift-giver, and then I can then pay for the items with my own money. How does that make sense?”

“I’m sorry, but that’s the policy.”

“Well it’s a stupid policy then.”

I’m more than a little angry with Old Navy over this. Unless you read some fine print written on a different page on the website, you’d never know this was the policy. Instead they advertise their “Returns can be made online or in-store!” making you think it’s all so easy.

While I do like Old Navy’s clothing, this has discouraged me from ever buying from them online. Which means I’ll be buying less from them in general, since how often do I get the chance to go clothes shopping?

And I’ll never again suggest Old Navy if relatives want to buy clothing for the girls online. I don’t care how big the sale is – having to pay for the exchanged items myself and then ask my mom to send me a check when she gets the refund to her credit card is a hassle. Old Navy is unnecessarily complicating the returns process when I only wanted to exchange two size 6 pants for size 5 instead.

Sorry, Old Navy. You need to change your policies or you won’t be seeing me in your store again anytime soon.

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