Dance Moms vs Stage Moms

My 8 yo had her acting debut yesterday. She played the part of Bashful from Snow White and The Seven Dwarfs. 

Guess how much hair and makeup I had to do, fellow dance moms. NONE! That’s right! I dropped her off at the theater and by magic, she appeared on stage in costume with her hair and makeup done!!

So for those of you who have become stage moms, you have no idea how wonderful you have it! I applaud your brilliance! Because if we were not six years deep into dance, I’d be campaigning for a switch from the studio to the stage! 

Sissy et al. In costume minus her big beard.   

Sissy et al. Performing whenever there’s a camera on her  

Watching Children Die

So New Grad, You Want to go into Pediatric Nursing?

You’re good with kids? You babysat a lot when you were younger? You aced you pediatric rotation? While all that seems like perfect candidate material for pediatrics, you’re likely missing a huge pediatric nursing (mostly acute care) experience. 

Watching children die.

Can you watch children die? From cancer, from car accidents, from accident gunshots, from random blood disorders, from strokes, from complications of chronic diseases, at the hands of their parents or caregivers, from anything under the sun and then some. 

While all pediatric nurses are not expected to experience these type of events routinely, you kind of are. And while all pediatric nurses are not expected to experience these things and not be phased by them, you kind of are. What makes a good pediatric nurse is knowing when to hug to mom, when to let the family watch the code so they see you’ve tried everything, when to shut off the monitor in the patients room.

“Nurse Her et al., can I take my trains to heaven with me when I go to be angel?”

He was four, cancer, and facing his reality that he would soon pass away. My job as his nurse was to help ease his passing for him. To give a four year old peace of mind knowing he is terminal, isn’t an experience anyone gets use to. And it stays with you. 

This was over ten years ago and I can still remember everything. The smell of alcohol wipes, his pulse ox beeping because of the tourniquet, the whispering med students right outside his door. 

In my opinion, a perfect pedi nurse would be all of the above plus a person who doesn’t want children of their own. I don’t know how many times my children have reminded me of a child I’ve cared for who had passed. And that connection is terrifying. It could be a look they give me or an ailment they’re telling me about, it makes me think back to time I’d love to forget about. 

I’d like all nurses wanting to go into pediatrics to know that you are not going to be playing with kids. Their happy times are anything where nurses are not and you will rarely have time to play. 

Six Pack-Coming Soon to Her et al.

I mentioned in an earlier post about my current workout routine. Click for current workout. And I’ve also mentioned how I am happy being me now and my struggle to get here. Click for fat and happy.

Today my 2 year old started gymnastics. I am embarrassingly sore from her mommy and me class. 

Additionally, the brain behind “mommy and me” classes is a sadist. Let me get this straight. I pay you to let me chase my kid around your building? Who would be stupid enough to fall for that?


Dance Mom Advice

This is my 8 year olds 6th year dancing. This year she had 5 routines and 4 costumes. Meaning she would need to change 3 times during the annual recital. So for the first time, I volunteered to be backstage….mainly because I dont trust my child to stay on track and come out looking cute.

So I know everyone probably has a Dream Duffle or equivalent if they have kids in multiple numbers. However the hot place in my town to hold dance recitals, is a dated theater that has been remodeled. This means very little space in the dressing rooms. Which then means no one is allowed to bring dream duffles. Which then means chaos and costume pieces everywhere. 

So what helps when you have 22 8-10 year old girls, three moms, and three quick changes? Garbage bags! Yes, I used heavy duty garbage bags, each labeled with a girls name and hung on the hook behind their costumes.

When they take stuff off, it goes directly into their garbage bag. Shoes and all! Preparation is huge too. Our girls had high top generic chucks for hip hop and those were a pain for them to get on and off. We had those untied and looped out with the tongue folded down over the laces. Ready for feet.

Please share your dance mom secrets if you have any!! I’m only 6 years into this dance mom role, which is a realtivly newbee status!

How To: Internet Dating-A Hardly Educational Post (part 2)

This is a continuation on another post

I met him online. As a single mother of a young daughter, I felt I had to check his background and make sure he wasn’t a pedophile. When I ran his name through my county’s court records, he (same name, different birthday) popped up for a plethora of drug related charged. No other person with that name had any record. No seatbelt violations, no parking tickets, nada. 

So I faked strep throat. I lied and then I felt bad about it. A short time later he started texting me again and his age came up in conversation. It wasn’t him! This guy had no record whatsoever (which I still think is odd). We dated, we deleted our dating profiles eventually,and fell in love.

Then we went on a trip together to Maui where a college friend of mine was getting married. After 1 year of dating, he took advantage of the ideal location and proposed. 

The morning of the wedding, he and I went for a drive in the rain. Just as the rain was clearing, we stumbled upon an empty beach. We were just walking in the sand when he dropped to his knee. And we thought we were alone until we turned to leave. An elderly couple was sitting a little off in the distance under a tree, watching us. She was crying too and they clapped as we left.

  Mr. et al. a few hours after he proposed.❤️
  “Our” beach in Maui