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Just Breathe

by Ashley, Stinker Babies

Have you heard of The Oxygen Mask Project?  It’s a movement in the special needs parents community to claim 2012 as #theyearoftheoxygenmask.  The idea is that you need to put on your own oxygen mask before you help others.  If you don’t, you’re no good to anyone.  (Remember the safety speech from the flight attendants?)

It’s so important but so very easy to forget when you’re trying to make sure everyone else’s needs are met.  I’m making it my goal for this year and taking baby steps towards taking care of myself every now and then.  Those steps aren’t always successful, but I am taking them!

An example?

On Thursday afternoon, I looked up from the dishes and realized the kids were actually playing quietly.  I had a moment of triumph as I claimed victory in the battle to find time for myself.  I totally abandoned the dishes.  (They needed to soak anyway, right?)  I quietly grabbed my yoga mat from the closet, tiptoe-ran over to the TV, and pulled up our “On Demand” fitness choices.  I was trying to be absolutely silent because I knew if the kids heard the TV come on, it would become Dora vs Thomas instead of Mommy Time.

I scrolled down the list of options and found the perfect thing.  It was 24 minutes of a pilates routine that focused on relaxation and breathing.  Score!!

I pressed play and the gentle music began as the instructor calmly and quietly began the instructions.  I laid back on my mat, closed my eyes, and breathed.  Ahhhhhh.  Just breathe.

I felt something drip on me right between the eyes.

Nope.  Not happening.  Just gonna ignore that.  I’m sure it’s nothing.  Because I’m breathing here, for crying out loud!

Drip.
Drip.
Drip.

Ugh.  I glanced up and found myself looking right into the eyes (and runny nose) of my 3-year-old daughter who had, apparently, been hovering over me.

“Mommy?  Mommy?  MommyMommyMommyMommy!”  She stage whispered.

I managed to hold back my groan but I didn’t like where this was going.  “Yes, Gracie?”

“Are you sleeeeeeeeping?”

Caleb soon joined in the fun and after a few minutes of them crawling under my legs and hanging onto my arms, I found myself using my “mean mommy” voice and yelling, “Get on the couch and BE QUIET!  Mommy’s trying to BREATHE!”

Well, that got Caleb started about the lobes of the lungs (because the lungs have been his favorite part of the body ever since he learned about them).

And you know what?  It actually kinda worked out.

I managed to finish my “relaxation” yoga while the kids added some resistance training and anatomy lessons.  And the best part is that I actually took that step towards putting on my oxygen mask.

Before you know it, I might actually be breathing!

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Once upon a time, there was a very nice girl who was relaxed, patient and calm. Then along came the Stinker Babies and life was turned upside down! Now she considers it a successful day if her clothes match and her teeth are brushed.  As she helps her husband through nursing school and raises two crazy awesome kids (one of whom has autism), she is on a new quest to document the beauty of motherhood. She’s pretty sure it could be hiding underneath the piles of laundry or behind the stacks of dishes!

This post was originally published HERE and was shared on our site with permission.

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Mother, Wife or Slave?

by Fiona, Puddles, Swings and Whatever Life Brings

It’s not that I’m complaining,

But I want my feelings known,

I feel like I’m a servant,

In this place I call my home.

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The floors just will not clean themselves,

And neither will the dishes,

And no matter how much I rant and rave,

No-one grants my wishes!

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I gazed into the laundry room,

And saw the mound of clothes,

All thrown in messy little piles,

I didn’t want to know.

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So I walked into the hallway where,

My children’s rooms all meet,

And stepped on lots of hot wheels cars,

All strewn around my feet.

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I picked one up and threw it at,

The closest bedroom wall,

And held my breath so I’d not swear,

I wasn’t happy at all!

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I stepped into the bathroom next,

And saw the grimy bath,

Then noticed all the toothpaste smears

I couldn’t help but laugh.

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My brain was close to meltdown cos,

I didn’t know where to begin,

There was so much that I needed to do,

And then I saw the bin!

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It’s though I am the only one,

Who notices when it overflows,

Cos all of them just put more in,

And higher and higher it grows!

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Next the carpets met my gaze,

They also needed cleaning,

I looked at them and rubbed my eyes,

And hoped that I was dreaming.

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I decided then to make a list,

Of where on earth to start,

But I needed something to motivate me,

Because I was off the chart!

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I tried my best to prioritise,

And work out things in order,

But it didn’t work and messed my head,

And caused me more disorder.

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So I went and turned the kettle on,

And took a headache pill,

And vowed to do it later cos,

It’s time for Dr Phil :)

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Fiona lives in a large city in Australia with her husband ‘Mr Patient’ and her 3 lovely children: daughter ‘Ella’ is 12 and their boys are: ‘Harley’ who is 8 and ‘Lucas’ who is 5. Both of the boys are diagnosed with Asperger’s. She writes two blogs, one named “Wonderfully Wired” about her family, and a new non-autism blog named “Puddles, Swings and Whatever Life Brings“, where she is rediscovering her inner child.

This post was originally published HERE and was used with her permission.

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