DC Metro Moms

Single Moms at the Holidays

It's the time of year when we volunteer at food banks or soup kitchens, write checks to charities and call those old people in our family that possibly don't remember our names. 

Maybe we hear that sappy Chistmas Shoes song on the local all-Christmas-all-the-time radio station and are inspired to pick up a second bacon egg and cheese bagel for the guy standing outside our coffee place. Or we pick up a Private Benjamin Special Edition Barbie on mega clearance for a Toys for Tots drive. 

Or at least we think about doing these things, right?

I have a simpler, cheaper and equally important holiday kindness activity to suggest: 

Invite that single mom you know over for your holiday dinner. 

Mom Blogger Media Training - Red Carpet Edition

In my former life as a Capitol Hill staffer and public relations executive, I used to go to some really fat (or phat?  does anyone say that anymore?) parties. Usually to work.  I'd be one of those chicks running around with a clipboard or hovering at a VIP's elbow.  I held purses, held doors, held the phone for incoming calls and left those outfits that could hold up traffic at home in my closet in favor of sensible clothes that conveyed "capable."

I dropped out of the world of being indispensable to an elected or a corporate client to be indispensable to the most demanding of bosses - my kids. And then I started a local parenting resources blog, joined the DC Metro Moms, got into freelance reporting and I've started getting invited to fat (or phat?) parties again...as a real guest.   Some of them even have red carpets.  And sometimes instead of being the person bugging people with questions, people ask me questions.  Which is pretty hysterical.  

Now I know that most of you mom/parenting bloggers reading this - my writer comrades on the Silicon Valley Moms Group - are doing amazing things and seriously going places.  It's so inspiring to see what you guys are all accomplishing and building.  You're entrepreneurs, media personalities, Internet celebrities, activists, pundits.  You guys are appearing on the Today Show and Oprah and Dr. Phil and Dr. Oz, and I know there are many red carpets in your future. 

So I thought I'd help you out with some canned answers to give the reporters and photographers...at least until you have the dough to hire a capably-dressed publicist to feed the answers to you.  Please choose the best answer for each of the following red carpet questions in the first in a series of

MOM BLOGGER MEDIA TRAININGS!

Cleaning Up My Act for the Kids

I'm dreading calls from the principal's office.  Not due to my child's bad behavior...because of mine. 

As I dithered about last month, our oldest started kindergarten this year at our parish Catholic school.  We love it and Charlie's having a great start to the school year.  But I'm new to this big kid in school gig, and while my child has graduated to wearing the uniform and practicing phonics and Spanish and more, I have yet to graduate to respectable, school mother behavior:

Today I found myself yelling across the parking lot at pickup to a friend that my main man was Kendall Jackson, and making jokes about calling a hit man.  I'm sure the Sisters that teach my child are so proud.

Small Class Size, Small School, Big Friends

I enrolled my son in Catholic school for the good barf stories.

OK, I'll admit the that the main and biggest reason we bought the parochial school uniforms was due to our family's faith.  A close second place were the high quality of teachers at this school and our happiness with the community of families we have found through the church.  But as an individual who attended public school from kinder all the way through university and who ardently believes in supporting local public schools, a large part of me was leaning towards sending Charlie to the public elementary. Besides, our local elementary school is excellent, residing in one of the best school districts in the nation (#5, according to Forbes.) 

But reflecting on my own childhood, what I loved about my own public school experience was having the same kids in my class year after year, so that we became as close as a family...barf stories and all. That classmate consistency doesn't happen at most public schools in the DC Metro area.

It Isn't, It Wasn't, Oh No You Didn't

Call me a bitch.  Go ahead.  Call me a fucking bitch.  Call me a mommyblogger, a housewife, workforce dropout, soccer mom, Betty Crocker, Donna Reed, carpool Cathy, narcissist, petty, neurotic, a pearl-clutcher, a baby maker, a whiner, a wino.  Call me fat.  Call me (gasp!) the c word.  I don't care.  I probably won't flinch.  Heck, plead a good case and I'll probably agree with you. 

Just do not, under any circumstances, hand me a large bill and then tell me

"It is what it is."

If you do, I'll cut you.

Mourning the Metro

Today, six persons lost their lives when simply coming home from work on the good ol' Metro.  76 or more were injured.  I know that you join me in extending your deepest sympathy to the victims' families and prayers that the injured recover fully. 

As DC-area citizens, we're shaken by this, more than if a similar tragedy had occurred on the Beltway or other transportation mode. The Metro is emblematic of Washington, DC. For those of us that grew up in this area as children or young adults striking out on our own, it is how we discovered the District. And the jammed cell phone lines, worried e-mails and mobs of people walking home can't help but remind us of 9/11.

I feel like so much of my eleven years of DC life have been lived on the Metro.  When I arrived here in 1998 from San Francisco for a job on the Hill, I had only an unfurnished apartment found over the Internet, two suitcases, a cat and a Metro card sent by my employer's office manager. I picked up the keys to my place, dropped off the bags and cat, and jumped on the Red Line at Dupont Circle to time how long it would take me to get to my job the next morning. When I reached Union Station and burst through the doors framing the view of the iconic Capitol Dome, I felt just like Jimmy Stewart. I was scared to death, but getting a handle on my Metro route made me feel like I could take this town.  The familiar pattern of my walk to and from the Metro each day made sense of the new chaos.

Children Deserve the Best of Parents, Even in the Worst of Times

Last week, Katie Couric, CBS News and USA Today ran a series that felt like a punch to the gut, Children of the Recession.  Taking a hard look at how the economic woes are affecting our nation's children, this series showed that the realities children in families in economic crisis face.  These kids are not simply dealing with less toys, moving to a smaller home, a more modest lifestyle...

Many kids are bearing the brunt of their parents' hopelessness with the economy as victims of child abuse. 

In this Children of the Recession segment on CBS News, reporter Sandra Hughes reports that Phoenix Children's Hospital has seen a 40% increase since last year in child abuse incidents, and hospital staff says that the severity of the cases are dramatically increasing.  Phoenix has been hit very hard by the recession, and now its children are, literally, being hit hard too. 

Amongst all my newspaper/Internet/financial TV news watching, I never would have dreamed of this fall out.  But though horrifying, I have to admit that a part of me felt guilty when watching this report.  For though I don't physically harm my kids, when I am stressed I know they feel it.  I am more quick to raise my voice, I show them less patience, I engage less thoroughly in the activities that bring them joy.  These behaviors do not make me proud. 

My Computer Has A Virus & I'm Wondering What the Spies Think of Me

My computer has a Trojan horse virus - a hidden spyware that infected my system when I downloaded some seemingly-useful software.  I have my suspicions on how I was infected (yes, I'm glaring at you Adobe Air-Flash-like download supposedly for Tweetdeck), and I'm trying my damnedest to find the virus through anti-spyware programs.  I'm combing through my files and registry like a mother whose darling child was sent home with lice.  But I have yet to catch the bastard. 

Sure, I'm completely irked that my computer is moving more slowly than a Smith-Corona word processor circa 1992.  And yes, I'm worried about my household's security and privacy while the spyware lurks, and the financial burden of replacing the computer if this parasite wrecks irreparable damage.  But there's another question that's nagging my brain:

I wonder what the crooked creep or shady company behind this spyware thinks of my web activity. 

Are you a Bert or an Ernie?

My mother developed a theory while watching Sesame Street with me and my sister in the '70s and '80s:

Everyone is either a Bert or an Ernie.

You're either an extrovert or an introvert.  The cut-up or the straight man.  The life of the party or the designated driver.  The long-sufferer in silence or the squeaky wheel that gets the grease.  Yin or yang.  Laurel or Hardy.  Lucy or Ethel.  Blair or Serena.  Maverick or Goose. In Rebecca Wells's Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood, the Gone with the Wind-loving protagonist classifies girlfriends as either Scarletts or Melanies.  Neither personality type is better or more preferable than the other, however determining a person's Muppet make-up is helpful in understanding his or her social dynamics and behaviors.  Bert- or Ernieness insight is especially helpful in families. 

My children won't be on your airplane - you can thank the economy

Last year, we were that family on your airplane.  The ones pleading with the ticket agents to seat us together and arriving late due to a lost blankie in the security line, the ones with two kids constantly crying, the owners of the portable DVD player blasting Dora and Diego for a solid three hours.  You probably bumped into our child's head when it was hanging out in the aisle as she shamelessly nursed uncovered, and yes, we were the ones holding up the deboarding process as we tried to figure out how to open our double stroller.  Hey, you started that game of peek-a-boo - I warned you that it wasn't a good idea in the first five minutes of a cross-country flight. 

But don't worry, this year you're safe.  My family and I can't afford to all fly at once in the current economy, so my kids won't be flying the friendly skies. Don't thank me, thank Uncle Sam. 

The cost of plane tickets themselves aren't the biggest deterrent - if anything, tickets are slightly cheaper today then they were this time last year.  But tally up all the current add-on costs of air travel for a family of four, and combine it with the increased saving and reduction in credit card purchases necessary in this recessionary climate (yes Suze, I'm listening), and we just can't justify fastening four seat belts.  There's the new checked bag fees - unavoidable in a family with small children.  Then you have food that must be purchased, since meals are no longer included and your carry-on is too crammed with coloring books and diapers to fit any forms of sustenance.  And of course, there's parking at the airport, car rentals or transportation fees when you reach your destination and various other travel expenses.