Back To School Blues


The night before the first day of school, I lay in bed and confessed to my husband that I was nervous.

“Don't worry, babe. We've got your back.”

See, my husband and I have been sending kids off to school for the last 15 years. And one thing that I've learned is that the first day of school is a minefield for mommy mishaps. Forgotten lunches, arriving late, missed buses. Yep, been there, done that, and those are only the ones I'm willing to admit to.

Meanwhile, my kids weren't worried at all. First day of high school? No problem. No friends at the new school? Sounds like an adventure to an 11-year old boy. My kids bubbled over with giggles, envisioning good times, blissfully unaware of all that could go wrong. My youngest came in right before bed, asking for some lavender oil because he was too excited to fall asleep. If only a dab of lavender behind the ears could silence my concerns.

So, all day long, I waited with bated breath until the clock finally read 2 p.m. and my kiddos started trickling in, all smiles and excited stories. They were right, I was wrong.

I guess I can stop worrying. You know, as much as a mom can stop worrying.

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And please share, what are your most memorable mommy mishaps?


Filling The Well

Hey, Momma – I know you. You are a giver. You give hugs, fix boo-boos, cheer when your child makes the football team and cheer him up when he doesn't. You walk the floors at night trying to calm your colicky newborn and then again when she's a teenager out on her first date. You'd do anything for your family...but when was the last time you did something for yourself?

You know what they say: If mama ain't happy, ain't nobody happy. It's true that you can't draw water from an empty well.

I get a massage twice a month. Now, Vivian doesn't look like a virtuoso masseuse. With her Albert Einstein hair, English teeth, and flower child insistence that bras are unnecessary (even after the age of 60), you'd never guess that she learned massage from an Afghani yogi master and was once masseuse to the stars.

Until she goes to work, that is. Unlike most masseuses these days, she doesn't pound my muscles like she's trying to tenderize meat. Instead, her fingers are drawn like magnets to that spot that's been bugging me for so long, and she gently coaxes it to release the pent-up tension. And she always finishes with an incredible foot massage. To ground me, she says. I can tell how well I've been taking care of myself by how I react to the foot massage. Sometimes, it's a pleasant and relaxing way to finish the massage. But some days, I find my eyes welling up with tears as I think, “Man, I really haven't been doing well lately, have I?” By the time Vivian finishes with me, I feel like a strangely energized noodle.

I would love it if you were reaching for the phone book right now, ready to look up the nearest spa to schedule a massage for yourself. But I know you, remember? I suspect you are shrugging your shoulders with a sigh, thinking, “Ah, that would be nice.” And you're ready to turn away and get back to tidying the house or baking some cookies for after school snacks or taking your turn at the carpool.

But I'm sure you at least have time for a foot massage. Here is a great technique that you can do on your own. Better yet, get your significant other to do it for you. And make it a habit every night before bed. :)

FYI -- These are the "zones" Dr. Hill talks about:    

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