Talk Radio & Sleep Deprivation

I am a talk radio junkie. I love to listen to talk radio. For this reason, I have a radio installed in my kitchen so I can listen to talk radio when I am cooking, doing dishes, blogging - so I listen to talk radio about 80% of my day. That's a lot of time, right? This is where my story begins, but first, some background information.

I had a baby three weeks ago. He is awesome and I love him and all the good mommy stuff that I have to say about having a new baby. Hudson is an absolute dream. He sleeps A LOT, eats A LOT, cries a little bit. Regardless, I am a tad bit sleep deprived. Did I mention that I have two other children as well? Yeah, I do. A very active and energetic diva, uh, I mean daughter, and a stoic and crazy cool son. Three and five-years old respectively. Oh, and my husband works away during the week so I play a single-parent 5 out of 7 days. It's just the way my life works and I love it. Truly I love it. LOVE IT! (no, I am not trying to convince myself. It's the truth.) Nonetheless, I am sleep deprived as Hudson likes to party from 1:00 - 3:00 in the morning. Back to the original story...

I love talk radio. I listen to it religiously. I love how it keeps me connected to current events and the world in general. I usually bounce back and forth between pure talk radio and CBC programing - some Conservative view stuff, some Liberal view stuff, some arts, some science; I mix it up. My routine in the morning is typically:

1. Wake up


2. Roll out of bed - this is literal. I actually roll myself out of bed. I am not a morning person.


3. Shuffle to the kitchen.


4. Turn on the radio - listen to talk radio.


5. Make coffee while listening to talk radio.


6. Start breakfast for the family while listening to talk radio.


7. Do dishes from night before while listening to talk radio.


8. Wake up kids while listening to talk radio.


9. Dish out breakfast for family while listening to talk radio.


10. Eat breakfast while listening to talk radio.


11. Clean up breakfast dishes and kitchen while listening to talk radio.


12. Do some household chores while listening to talk radio.


13. You get the idea.....

The morning in question was no different than any other morning - except for one minor detail. As I was going about my business, listening to talk radio, my oldest son asked me a question.

"Mommy, what are they saying on the radio?"

"It's the news, honey. Mommy is listening to the news."

"No. WHAT are they saying?"

"What do you mean WHAT are they saying?"

This is when I actually stopped and listened to the radio, apparently for the first time that morning.

*Let me clarify that by the time I get to number 11 on my morning routine, I have had the radio on for anywhere between 45 to 75 minutes. *

**Let me also clarify that I do not speak any other language other than English.**

The radio was tuned to 103.4 on the FM dial - French talk radio.

I am going to bed earlier tonight...

Super Mom - Reconsidered

Okay, I think I was a bit harsh with my Super Mom post. Really, I was pretty mean and sounded a little judgmental. (maybe alot judgemental?) I have come to discover that I may possibly be a victim of the Super Mom phenomenon, just on a different scale. And who the hell cares anyways? So I like to bake, have a clean house, do super fun stuff with my kids? So what? Doesn't that just make me a MOM? In this day and age, isn't it expected? If a mom does not exhibit super powers and follow the Super Mom phenomenon, is she a bad mom? Does society look at her with sympathetic eyes, thinking "Oh that poor Mom. She can't do it all - she must feel horrible."

WAIT! What am I saying?!?!?!

Just because a woman has the ability to bear children is that woman expected to do it all? How about bearing children, working full-time, keeping house, being a good wifey, raising children - yadda yadda yadda. Is the expectation to do it all? And why? And why do I care? Who is whispering behind my back if I haven't showered in 3 days? My floors are clean and my kids have homemade cookies in their lunch. That's what's important - right? Right.... (enter EXTREME SARCASM here) *sigh*

I guess the Super Mom confusion continues. I gotta go make some organic bread from flour I just milled myself before I get the craft supplies out that are made only from recycled, eco-friendly materials - all while breast feeding my baby and teaching phonics to my other kids. No big deal...

Who is Super Mom and What's Her Problem?

The Super Mom complex is an interesting phenomenon that inflicts innocent woman in a magnitude. It targets those who are prone to sweep, mop, bake cookies, wash windows, sew clothes, make bread from scratch - all while home schooling their children who are groomed perfectly and have impeccable manners. Before I say anymore, I would feel remissed to not mention that I don't believe there is anything wrong with any ONE of the mentioned chores of a Super Mom. But all of the chores at once? While wearing Prada/Gucci/whatever? Come on Super Mom - what is your problem? (Respectfully and with a smile.) Or more appropriately, are Super Moms real - do they really exist? What drives the female species to believe they must 'do it all'? Career, motherhood, interior designer, chef, teacher...

**Confession time - News Alert**

There are MANY days that I do not make it out of my pajamas. There are MANY days that my kids eat peanut butter and jam sandwiches for dinner. There are MANY days that a load of laundry must be re-washed because I have left it in the machine and it i now stinky.

I am human. I am only one woman. My kids are happy and healthy. I may not be a Super Mom but I am a Super Woman!

What the what-what?

I have just entered a new phase in my life - mother of THREE! I know people all over the world do it all the time - 3, 4, 10, 20 kids - but I'm not all people. I'm Kaley and Kaley has THREE kids now. What the what-what!?

I also know there are like a trillion blogs out there about kids and parents and family life - but I'm not all people. I'm Kaley and Kaley is stunned that I have THREE kids now. Actually, I'm surprised I have kids at all. I'm still a kid...kinda...at heart. How can I be responsible for three little people? I mean, I am not even thirty years old yet and isn't thirty the new twenty? Who the H has THREE kids at twenty? What the what-what!?

So, welcome to my new blog all about me and my life. I will be honest and candid about what's the what-what. I am not Martha Stewart or Betty Crocker, I am a woman who has found herself in the role of "mommy"and is experiencing it from the inside-out. I'll just be honest and true and write about it.

Follow me - and enjoy me - and have fun!