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Aug9Movin’ On Up?
Tonya

It’s been so amazing here at adhocMOM but, sadly, we are moving on. Moving up.

I can now be found at my new blog: Going To Mensa and on twitter: @Going2Mensa.

I can also still be found at The Mouthy Housewives.

Unlike Weezy though my move won’t come with an apartment in the sky.

Anyway, since Gwyneth Paltrow has a cookbook and J.Lo seems to be up for Single Mother of the Year award I’ve decided to branch out into poetry. After a few attempts with a “Man from Nantucket” I moved on to the haiku. I’ve written one for all you lovely folks out there in the blogosphere:

A train to catch. Now.

I know not where it travels.

Maybe back to you?

I know; it’s pretty damn deep.

Seriously, I just want to say I feel so lucky to have met such amazing people! I will miss everyone so much! And I really hope that you all come over and visit me on Going to Mensa and The Mouthy Housewives. But most of all, though, THANK YOU for all of the awesome comments, the wonderful advice, the amazing support, and, most of all, the huge laughs!!!

Love,

Tonya

Filed Under: Milestones

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Jan31Preventing Friendly Fire on the Battlefield of Parenthood
Carrie

If the early years of parenthood are like war, I’m afraid to say there has been some friendly fire around these parts as of late. When sleep deprivation and sensory overload take over your judgment, it’s easy to lash out at the one you love. My husband can tell you his tales from the front: about how his eyebrows almost got ripped off his face when he asked where the infant’s acetaminophen was in the middle of a long feverish night, or how he almost got his tonsils pulled out through his nose when he fed our two month old whole cow’s milk by mistake.

My husband, using the baby as a human shield.

I’m learning, slowly, that parental stress never really goes away. Like Londoners acclimating themselves to the sound of air raid sirens during the Blitz, we have to learn to live with it. That means I need new ways to recognize friend from foe in the heat of battle.

Uniforms, as armies and sports teams already know, are great ways to prevent incidents of friendly fire. That’s why I’m designing a line of tee-shirts for my husband to wear around the house for the next couple of years. These tee shirts will remind me why I love him: he is my ally and my last, best hope in making it out this damn jungle alive.

"If it wasn't for that tee-shirt, I don't know what I would have said..."

Filed Under: Apologies, Fashion, Relationship
Tags: love is a battlefield

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Jan28Ladies Who Link
Editors

See what we’ve been linking to this week.

I keep thinking about going to the gym but so far I haven’t even made an effort to find my water bottle. I did, however, look up some exercise apps for my Iphone. I think that counts, I exerted a lot of energy typing. Here are a few Fitness apps with all the pros and cons. Very helpful!

But thanks to Wendi Aarons’ post about going to the gym I used all my abdominal strength not to pee my pants while laughing so I think can skip the gym today!

Bossy takes us through her exercise research in this awesome post. (I need to become the next Snooki so that I can afford to have Tracy Anderson come to my house)

And maybe I wasn’t exercising this week or last week or the week before blah blah blah….but at least I’m not this poor woman being attacked by HER OWN hand!

If your kids are home because of a stupid snow day and you HAVE to make a phone call, follow these tips from mamakatslosinit. . .

I want this soup from seriously soupy . . mainly because it contains an ingredient called “miracle noodles.”

I loved Danielle Sullivan’s take on MOM LABELS (you know, helicopter, attachment and now tiger) and how totally lame they are.

Because it’s pretty and references The Pixies: La La Love You Poster

Because it’s important to know about the potential link between household cleaners and breast cancer.

Because it’s helpful: Practical tip from Ain’t No Mom Jeans on making dark circles less noticeable (with a photo!)

Because it would be cool: Please go to Babble, find ad hoc MOM and click “Like This Blogger.” (that is, if you like us!)

Filed Under: Friday Links
Tags: blogs we love

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Jan27Snowbound: A Poem of Lies (redux)
Carrie

Recently, my sister dug up this copy of a poem (mini-essay?, musing? dramatic aside?) that I wrote in the fourth grade. It is obviously a pack of lies meant to curry favor with teachers and parents.

Well today is a snow day. No school. No babysitter. An itemized list of pantry items would only include: microwave popcorn, diet coke, bread, rotten salad greens. So in the same spirit of the original “Snowbound”, (i.e. lying), I submit for your consideration “Snowbound (Redux, 2011)”

If I were snowbound, with two kids, but nothing serious to worry about,
I would like to spend my time doing these things:
Frolicking in the snow,
making Paper Mache action figures and
trying my hand at home schooling.
The reason for the frolicking is outdoor time is magical.
The reason for the paper mache is television is not good.
The reason for home schooling is because there’s no such thing as a snow day.

Filed Under: Motherhood: Fun?, Musings
Tags: apocalypse, crackhouse, sad mothers

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Jan27My Cat and I Are Skating on Thin Ice
Paula

My cat Gerund and I have been experiencing some stress in our relationship recently. Our cuddling days have been over for some time now. I’m on one end of the sofa and he’s on the other. Occasionally he’ll look at me and I’ll think he’s going to flop over on my end – but he’s just stretching and he’ll give me a look like “I know you’ve been buying the cheaper cat food. You’re such a massive disappointment.” The thing is, it’s totally true! I am buying cheaper cat food! But our problems go beyond my refusal to buy Science Diet or whatever proper pet owners buy these days. Since June was born I just haven’t had enough love to go around – and frankly, I’m kind of tired of his vomiting on the carpet and waking me up in the middle of the night out of spite. But we’ve been together for 15 years, surely there are more good times to be had? I offered an empty paper towel tube as a makeshift toy-cum-olive-tree-branch. After years of cat dancers and catnip balls he was hardly impressed. June suggested a necklace. “Please! June. Be serious! Cats don’t wear necklaces. Especially a super masculine cat like Gerund. Don’t insult him!” I went into the kitchen to do something . . . .