Category Archives: Summer Survival with Kids

Final Stretch of Summer: Indoor Activity Fun

I don’t know about you but I just cannot believe Back to School really is around the corner. Some mornings, I am thrilled with this realization. Other days, I am actually sad about it and dread the stress of getting everyone out the door on TIME. So, with a few weeks left in summer, if you’re anything like me and looking for:

A. A reason to get indoors because everyone has had enough of the pool

B. A fun activity that includes air conditioning

C. A rainy day activity

The evil witch & note use of multi-media in the background with the dwarves. Photo Credit: Bruce Douglas

Look no more friends, here’s an idea for a fun morning – head to the Puppet Co. in Glen Echo Park to see Snow White & the 7 Dwarves, billed as a puppet show appealing to those from Kindergarten through 6th Grade, but in classic moi-form, I ignored the age recommendation and brought my almost four-year-old. Both my girls really enjoyed this 40 minute production which incorporates rod puppets as the dwarves, in this version the dwarves are actually seven bachelors who each have a special power and work for the evil, rotten Queen Rosenrot. The Puppet Co. also uses a multi-media presentation to incorporate the Queen’s magic mirror and enhance the story later in the show. Finally, Snow White and the Prince are performed by live actors.

Noteworthy, I adored the bright red dress the Rose Queen first appears in, showing us only her back, with her absurdly high collar. She was both intimidating and striking in this brilliant costume. My little one kept asking, “When are we going to see the Queen’s face?” but never seeing her face made her all the more scary. Also, the Queen’s son, Prince Stefan, opens the show in a costume fitting only for a Prince in a Grimm fairy tale. Admittedly, I was a little distracted wondering what it would take for me to convince Mr. Wired Momma to wear something similar for Halloween.

The Snow White production was one of the most diverse shows I’ve seen yet at the Puppet Co., in terms of combining puppets, actors and the use of multi-media, which frankly is a remarkable feat in just under 40 minutes.  For skittish kids out there, the witch/Queen did not scare even my youngest one, who despite her love of Superheros and bullying her older sister, actually scares pretty easily. In the end, the dwarves use their special powers to work together to help Snow White and Prince Stefan. I quite enjoyed how the story was altered from the Disney version, where we didn’t meet the Sleepy or Grumpy dwarf but instead encountered these strange seven bachelors who each have a unique (but useful) power. Bottom line: after a week of unpacking and obsessing over paint colors (anyone tired of hearing about my move yet? Cause I am), heading to the Puppet Co. to catch this delightful version of Snow White was a welcome and much-needed break for me and my girls. As for the age recommendation, if you have a real theatre lover, then given the short run-time of this show, I do think kids 4 and up will enjoy the show.

The seven dwarves. Photo Credit: Bruce Douglas

To round out your morning, avid WM readers know that I LOVE any activities at Glen Echo Park. You can combine a great show with a ride (or four) on the carousel, a picnic on the benches, a jaunt to the playground and even a hike down to the creek on your way back to the parking lot.

Details on Snow White:
When: July 21 – Sept. 2
Times: Thursdays & Fridays at 10 & 11:30am; Saturdays & Sundays at 11:30am & 1pm
Where: the Puppet Co. Playhouse
Recommended: K – Grade 6
Running Time: 40 minutes
Tickets: $10 for everyone 2 and older.  Group rates available.
Disclosure: I am proud that the Puppet Co. is one of my newest advertisers on my blog, in addition they gifted the tickets to me and my girls for this show. My opinions here, however, are all my own.

Summer Truths: Hopes & Dreams…or Reality

I had mixed feelings a few days ago when I first started to see the new Target “Back to School” commercials airing on TV. On some level, it felt like seeing Christmas decorations in October. Is it really already time for back-to-school ads? Isn’t it still just July?
At the same time, is it really JUST JULY….said the other part of my brain.
With a month left to go until schools start again, I’ve noticed some patterns have emerged. Much like we head into vacation with fantasies about what it will be like – you know, relaxing and spending some time together as a family…and then suddenly we are on “vacation” and realize it’s actually just job re-location….I had some pre-conceived notions of summer time possibilities and goals. I’ve also been surprised by some of my children’s habits.
I pretty much need to know I’m not alone.

Haven't read quite this many yet this summer

1. The eldest Wired Momma child’s goal was to read 90 books. I believed it was possible.

Reality: 24 have been read. Most of these on her own volition. I’ve lacked the discipline and structure to impose a mandatory learning time on her day – or let’s be honest – some vague sense of structure over the course of the week.
#Lazy
2. We were going to do writing and math homework every day.
Reality: Ummm…not so much. Again, this one falls on me. She’s only 6.
#NotATigerMom
3. I was going to take them on exciting adventures to explore DC.
Reality: Does moving and going to the pool pretty regularly count? We’ve gone no where. My big goal for this week is to get them to the zoo.
#NotParentoftheyear
4. Youngest WM was going to learn to write her name.
Reality: We haven’t practiced.
#StillNotTigerMom
#WhatIsWrongWithMe

The constant grazing drives me nuts.

5. My children are like cows. They eat all day long. Constantly. I swore this wasn’t going to happen. I threatened at each meal if they didn’t finish what was on their plates, they would get nothing until the next meal. I am full of shit. Feeding them drives me nuts. I have now declared the weekends a feeding-free zone. I just don’t do it. The second they start demanding anything, I walk away and let it be Mr. Wired Momma’s problem.

#StopEating!
What have you discovered this summer?

With young kids, is it a “vacation” or is it a job-relocation?

The Wired Momma family is moving next week….just a few miles down the road…but I still have to pack up my entire house and well, get us organized….so please bear with me these next few weeks and know that I’d rather be blogging than say – packing…..so until I have more time…I am bringing you my post from last year after we returned from our family “vacation” in August. In case you  haven’t taken your “vacation” yet this summer…I bring you this…and ask you a deep question: Is it vacation or is it job re-location? You tell me….

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“Mommeeeee…..Mommmmeeeeeeeeeee….I can’t find lion!” whines the voice in my ear. I am dazed. I am confused. I slowly pry each eye open. They are glued shut.

3:54AM reads the time on the clock.

“Mommeeee…..Mommeeeee…..I can’t find the lion” whines the voice again, this time shaking my shoulders.

My mind is starting to wake up. Is this really vacation? I wonder. Who decided that we should have 3 time zones in this country? And did they ever have children when they decided that would be a good idea? Can I meet with them? I could convince them real fast in my exhausted, enraged, mommy maniacal moment that we’re all good with just one time zone, farmers, that includes you.

In my daughter’s defense, she technically slept 24 minutes later than she normally does, if we were still on the east coast. But we’re in California and 3:54AM as a wake-up time for the day is cruel and unusual punishment.

And then, before I have a chance to intercept the inevitable, her whining for the dumb lion awakens her little 2-year-old sister and then all bets are off.

Our vacation day #2 begins at 3:54AM.

The day before it at least didn’t start until 4AM. Why are we regressing?

I threaten and coax and beg and plead but they will not go back to sleep….and I can’t get coffee anywhere for another 2 miserable hours.

Ahh…..vacation.

Just in case you thought that absurd start to the day was the lowest point of our day, think again, that arguably happened when my husband started projectile vomiting down the hall of our nice hotel because he couldn’t get to the bathroom fast enough.

Ahh….vacation.

One wonders….when children are involved….is there such thing as vacation? Does it skew our expectations and set us up for disappointment and further frustration when we even label it vacation? Is it fair to actually call it vacation? My friend says it’s not vacation, it’s just job re-location.

I can work with that. I went on a 10 day job re-location and shoved a good time down my kid’s throat while we bled money, what did you do this summer? Surely someone somewhere makes a t-shirt and postcard with that slogan.

Exhibit A...one whining, one feeling sick, one just headed in another direction

Is it worth it? The almost 6 hour plane ride solo with 2 kids should have given me some foresight into the rest of my time relocating my job.

As I lounged by the pool while sick husband and incredibly exhausted jet lagged children napped, I did soak in the beauty of the mountains around me and breathed out my anger at time changes, early wake ups, puking husbands (who constantly fail to use hand sanitizer and then wonder why they get sick) and thought of George Castanza.

Remember SERENITY NOW (I insist that you watch that clip)?

Ahh…yes…..SERENITY NOW suddenly became my vacation, oh sorry, job-relocation mantra. In those dark moments when I am threatening to call Santa if they don’t just stand for one second and smile and fake like they are having a good time so I can capture that special moment on camera for the rest of time, SERENITY NOW is what I am thinking…..

In those moments, I would look around, and swear I was trapped behind some sort of looking-glass because it seemed that all around me were sweet young children lapping up the good times with their parents, behaving perfectly, and enjoying their time away from home. While mine were grumpy and whining and wanting to just go back to the hotel and color and pout. Who were these families with such perfectly behaved children? What was I doing wrong?

So next year, as I naively and gleefully start planning next summer’s job re-location, I’ll need to think back on the reality of what traveling with young children really is….and then I guarantee I’ll convince myself that they are each a full year older and they are better suited for travel, and more adaptable, and better prepared for long plane rides and days touring around new cities because how could I not have birthed children who crave adventure and excitement?

Uh huh.

SERENITY NOW.

The Bad Attitude Guide to Surviving Epic Pepco Power Failures

For the occasion, I created my very own Someecard

If the claims are true, that 95% of Pepco’s customers have their power restored, then I feel the time is right for today’s post.  But first, I must confess to having survivor guilt. We moved to Montgomery County from DC in 2004 and in that time, just about every time the wind blows, our power goes out. I have battle wounds, Pepco rage coursing through my blood, my state legislator’s number practically on speed dial to immediately voice my fury, and a trail of written testimony against Pepco to show for myself. So when Derecho tore through town last week and our power remained on, I have to be honest, it felt a little strange. But not quite uncomfortable, I ain’t gonna lie.

Seeing as how it’s just early July and we have several bad tstorms likely headed our way between now and early fall, perhaps now is the time to bullet out my survival guide for the next time. You, too, likely have your own guide running through your head and if so, I’d love to hear it, let’s add to the survival tips. Here, in no particular order, is my guide:

1. Power outages are like fight club. DO NOT immediately call or text your friends to ask if they, too,  lost power. Do not jinx them. Do not speak of it. Trust me, the power loss victim will use his/her last 1% of battery power to post on Facebook and Twitter that their power is out. The powerless need to broadcast their misery. Mass power outages are to DC’ers and Facebook what the Arab Spring was to 20-somethings and Twitter. It will play out – step by step – on social media. Nothing suits misery better than social media.

2. Plan ahead. Being paranoid puts you ahead of the game. The minute the Capital Weather Gang begin tweeting and posting on Facebook that a bad storm is coming, locate your flashlights, plug your devices in to charge fully and if it’s evening, brew some coffee for the morning, that way, if it goes out, you can have iced coffee. Having morning access to coffee immediately upon waking helps tame the savage powerless beast. Briefly, of course. But it helps. Trust moi.

3. In the wise words of Ricky Bobby, If you’re not first, you’re last. Do not wait for the next threatened storm to stock up on batteries. Do it on a sunny day with no clouds in sight. Everyone else will be as paranoid as you and much like the threat of a snow storm in January, the threat of the next big t-storm in DC will lead only to ransacking of all grocery stores and stockpiling up on bottled water and batteries.

4. Two words: alcohol and crafts. When a storm hits, what you need to stock pile up on is alcohol and crafts projects from Michaels for the kids. Best to just always have these things in bulk in your home because any true DC’er knows the worst storms are the ones that don’t get forecast and discussed in grave detail for days in advance.

5. Let’s cut to the chase: People who claim power outages are fun and bring the family closer together are assholes. And they also don’t have toddlers. Not one toddler in western civilization understands why the Backyardigans won’t turn on immediately and why they can’t watch streaming Netflix on the iPad. Unfortunately they will direct their rage at you, not Pepco.

6. Covet your neighbor’s power. And the longer it lasts, the more likely your thoughts will turn dark and murderous. Reality check: There is no logic to the Pepco power grid. If you look across the street and realize your neighbor has power while you suffer for 5 days, don’t try to understand it. And you won’t be happy for them. You won’t even like them. You will curse them. You will loathe them. You will hate their connection to the modern world. Don’t pretend otherwise.

7. Power Grid 101: If you hear a transformer blow, you’re fucked. In the instance of prolonged power outages, hope for downed wires on your street. Danger moves you up further on the list. A boring old transformer that takes .02 seconds to fix, after you wait for 5 days, is your enemy in this situation.

8. Cold Hard Truth: Much like the mirage of water in the desert, the sign of utility trucks on your street does not mean you are rescued or saved. You might consider holding the crew hostage, however. This is not irrational. Noteworthy:  when they are crews from out-of-town, odds are many of them will be hot. And you will be butt because it will have been days since you’ve had access to a hairdryer.

9. Don’t be naive: Never assume Pepco knows your home lost power, never trust their outage maps and you can never call them enough.

10. Everyone’s talking about you, except you can’t hear it. When you are in the dark with no connection to the modern world, the local TV and radio stations are covering the power outages and all the things that are happening to you, incessantly. Only you don’t know what is happening to you. The rest of us do. The irony is not lost on those with power. But they only care about you or feel sorry for you, if they actually have power themselves.

11. Beyond a first world problem?  You know your kid is from Montgomery County if at the first sound of t-storms, she asks if she should find her lantern and how long you think we’ll lose power for this time. This should not make you proud, it should instead, infuriate you that we have one monopoly on our electrical grid that few of our legislators hold accountable. Ironic given we are a government town, isn’t it?

12. Watch your bill. Just because your power is out, doesn’t mean you get a break in your power bill. If this doesn’t motivate you to call your state legislator and track how they vote in the next session when the inevitable issue of Pepco’s incompetence comes up, then you forfeit your right to complain the next time you lose power.

I vote for power. Trim the trees.

13. The Environment versus Electricity. Trees are great. Power is better. Anyone who claims otherwise is also an asshole, an asshole who’s never lost power, money on groceries, and dealt with tantrum throwing toddlers. If the trees on your property are dangling over the power lines, then call the county and call Pepco to report it. Don’t wait for the next storm to tear down the tree and those wires, to call someone about it.

14. Beware the Sound of Silence – it can cause your Insanity. The incessant quiet at night that accompanies power outages can drive even the few left who haven’t lost their shit, insane. Silence sucks. Noise and the hum of the refrigerator is amazing. (again, see my thoughts on trees versus electricity).

15. Evil home-grown plots. It is normal to consider mixing the rotten dairy products together from your fridge and delivering them to the executives at Pepco.

16. The eternal question persists: is it worse to lose power in the summer or the winter? The prolonged heat wave right now will prompt every one of us to vote summer is the worst but think back to being snowed in for a week with young kids, no power, and no plowed streets. Summer might not be so bad after all.

17. The story never changes, year after year. We should all be embarrassed. Find me one other major city in the Western World that has a few t-storms and loses power, or has a few snow storms, and loses power. Or where a few wind gusts rush through town, and everyone loses power. Where is this city? The evil-doers don’t need to do much but mimic a strong wind to paralyze DC. This is the real story.

18. Last but not least: quit blaming nature, Pepco. Your job is to sustain us through nature – not feed us the bull shit that these acts of God aren’t preventable and therefore you can’t be blamed for prolonged, persistent outages – is a talking point suited only for lobbyists in Annapolis.

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