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Who am I?
Mommy. Wife. Sister. Friend. Daughter. Queen Bargain-Hunter. Moms have many titles. The roles we take on as an adult, moreso as an adult with children, only seem to grow each day. And as we step into each new shoe we must fill, our toes always seem to fit perfectly somehow, no matter what time of day it is.

When someone asks, "How do you do it?" we often stop and think to ourself, Good Question. How do I do it? And we instinctively respond without thinking, "I just do."

Moms, though forgetful as we are, have an instinctive tunnel vision. We get up, we go. Accomplishments are many on any given day, even when it seems like you've done nothing on your list. Well, sometimes we forget that feeding, entertaining, and hugging our children and husbands are at the TOP of that list. And how many days go by when you haven't accomplished at least 2 of those 3 things? Probably none (I hope.) So see, we are productive, even when we think we're not.

It's 1:08AM Tuesday, no Wednesday. And I'm typing this intro with a pile of laundry in my room, two diaper bags that must be packed for tomorrow and two eyes that are filled with never-ending exhaustion. But I'm beginning to achieve something I have been meaning to for two long years...communicating with other moms about what I like to call great "convenience resources."

The inspiration for this website came from the fact that we as moms (and parents in general) don't have alot of spare time, but there are people, places and things that do. Companies and individuals that you may or may not know are out there, or maybe you just forgot, who exist solely to make our lives easier. We have enough of our own unavoidable, sometimes enjoyable, errands to run.

It's time to put your trust into others who have nothing better to do than to spend two childless hours in the grocery store buying everything on your list, without ever having to fight the urge to cease a tantrum with a 5 lb. bag of candy. And without giving into point-of-sale temptation to find out what celebrity's dimpled butt-cheeks are in the close-up of this weeks tabloid. Spend that extra five bucks on that kind soul getting PAID by the supermarkets to pick out the healthiest TV dinners your money can buy. I promise you'll be hooked.

Already found that grocery delivery services are the best invention ever? Okay, how about someone to come walk your poor, whining dog, because you can't take him out until you warm up junior's bottle, after you disinfect your hands, after you sop up the bucket of pee that helpful, little Sally dumped all over your potty-training-stained oriental (look-alike ) rug.

I have two beautiful (aren’t they all) little ones -- a smiley, baby boy and a talkative, toddler girl. I took a part-time job as a receptionist for more than I was making doing what I love (this), which might as well be full-time considering the 2-hour ‘round the world, traffic-soaked commute I endure each way so that my mom can watch my babies for a more than affordable rate compared to the painfully expensive daycare providers around me. Yes, I pay my mother to watch my kids, shocking isn’t it? It’s only fair. And yes, I spend nearly 4 hours a day in my car.

Occasionally, I wonder why I work at all. But on my days off, I’m reminded that you can’t put a price on basic adult conversation when you’ve spent an entire weekend with a wonderful, but whiney toddler and a sweet, teething infant. Not to mention the sense of accomplishment from doing something else I'm good at.

I love my family more than anything, I promise, but when I’m at work, I don’t have to do dishes, laundry, wipe bums (kiss a few, maybe), clean up toys, or walk a dog. I answer phones, send a few faxes, joke with co-workers, and eat lunch uninterrupted, 4 priceless days a week. Granted, when I’m sitting in Boston traffic trying to get from my home to my mom’s and to work, then vice versa, when I could be playing Dora the Explorer and Patti-cake while cheerfully cooking dinner in my apron and heels (laugh), I psych myself into temporarily thinking that I could be Stay-at-Home Mom of the Year if I just get over that pesky “loyalty guilt” of quitting my job, not to mention the financial loss. Ok, so financially, it might be a gain since I’ll be spending less on gas, less on childcare, less on lunch. Wait, do I even get to keep anything from my paycheck in the first place? Maybe I'm on to something.

I am always wondering just how moms do it. Then I realize I am one of those moms "doing it" and a sense of prideful stress comes over me like when you finish folding a 5-foot pile of laundry that has been sitting there for weeks and you can finally see the floor. Hmmm...that reminds me of something.

Good night!

Jenny O.

 

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