I am currently obsessed with these Bumpkins Reusable Snack Bags! Waterproof, washable and absolutely adorable, they now replace my endless use of ziploc bags for carrying my kids’ snacks around in my bag.
They come in a bunch of cute designs including firetrucks, Dr. Seuss, dinosaurs and more. My kids love unzipping them and indulging in their snacks. And not only am I saving myself from a car full of little baggies, it’s way better for the environment too.
- They’re lab–tested food safe
- Zipper closure
- These ones measure 7″W x 3.5″H but there are other sizes!
- BPA, PVC, Vinyl, Phthalate and Lead free
- Machine washable & dishwasher-safe (top rack)
- Sold in single or multiple packs!
Bumpkins Reusable Snack Bags are the BEST for school snacks too. Tupperware can take up space so these are a great alternative. I highly recommend these adorable snack bags for daily use or even back-to-school gifting!
When Jacob whines, I want to grab a chair and throw it through the window. When he has a tantrum, I want to have my own tantrum too. I want to stomp and shout and cry and shriek and smack my head against the wall.
I never knew that I could feel such turmoil and violence inside of me. I feel like any second I’ll morph into The Hulk and start throwing furniture around the room. But while all these feelings are building up inside of me and my blood is reaching a hot, scolding boiling point, this is how I look:
I look patient and kind and understanding. Somewhere on my skull there is a throbbing, pulsing vein as I contain these feelings. They are pushed down into my gut for the time being. But they get their chance to be unleashed at the right moment. Whether it’s when I’m alone in my room and I scream into the pillow, cry while I’m showering, sob as I tell my husband about how horrible our two year old treated me today, kick the stuffed animal that’s in my path, scrub hardened food off a plate with way more pressure than needed…
There are many opportunities for me to unleash. And I never let one pass me by. Having my own little fifteen-second tantrums, while alone and out of earshot from my children, are what let me remain calm and collected during my toddler’s tantrums. I’m able to stay in a logical frame of mind – remembering that Jacob is only two and has yet to learn to control his emotions. I can stay calm and guide him through his frustration and anger, rather than react to it with my own yelling and screaming.
I also tell any moms who listen about how tantrums make me feel like my head will explode. I think it’s good for us to share these stories. It makes me feel less crazy when I know a fellow mom cries in the shower too. And better yet, I learn new unleashing techniques!
What are some of the ways you unleash after a day of listening to tantrums and whining? Let’s all help each other stay sane.
Ya, that’s right. And if I’m being honest, I don’t only like folding laundry, I looooooove to. It’s mindless repetitive work that I find therapeutic. I either do it first thing in the morning while Jacob plays and I sit next to him or after he goes to bed and I watch some television.
I get all bubbly inside when I take the clothes out of the dryer and fill the basket. The more, the better. I love the smell of the fabric softener, the feeling of smoothing my hands over a freshly folded t-shirt, the finality of placing it in “finished” pile. I can see my work being accomplished and piled up before me. It’s instant gratification for my efforts.
I love creating separate piles for our things. Andrew’s cycling t-shirts, my colorful summer cardigans, Jacob’s little shorts. And then, to the side, all our socks.
Sometimes if Jacob sleeps in a little, I’ll stand in the kitchen and fold clothes on the counter so I can look out the back sliding doors. If a neighbor were to see my zombie-like expression, they might easily assume I’m a miserable housewife folding yet another load of laundry. But really, I’m in such a peaceful place. My spirit smiles during that quiet, calm moment.
All my senses are treated to something: my eyes to the orange hues of the rising sun, my nose to the fresh smell of washed clothes, my hands to the softness of different fabrics, my taste buds to the coffee I periodically take a sip of, and my ears to the faint sound of birds serenading me. Can you blame me for enjoying the act of folding laundry? Its simplicity is everything I need to start my day.
What simple things do you take pleasure in?
Ever have those moments when you wish you were back at work? I’m currently on maternity leave and sometimes I’d kill to put on a nice suit, grab a coffee and be back in the working world for a day.
It’s not that I want to be away from Jacob, far from it. It’s just that I miss getting up, showering, styling my hair, putting make up on, and getting dressed in clothes that aren’t track pants and a robe with hardened spit up on it.
I also miss the lunch break. That hour that I have to myself to leave the building, grab some lunch and read a book or the paper. What else do I miss? Talking to co-workers. It would be nice to have an adult conversation without using my Elmo voice.
As quick as this wish floats into my head though, it disappears. I love being home with my little monkey. And on the days I wish I had styled hair, makeup and a nice outfit on – well, I’ll style my hair, put some makeup on and pull on my favorite jeans. Then Jacob and I will go out together for a little while – even if it’s to the mall.
Even though Jacob can’t talk yet, he compliments me on my hair. He’ll see my tresses framing my face and squeal with glee as he reaches his hands out to feel them. He’ll examine my face for a few seconds with bright, curious eyes and smile at me. Is this mom? It looks like her, but a little less tired and a little more alive. It is her! Hi mommy!! Come closer I want to touch your hair.
When maternity leave ends in July, it’ll be bittersweet. I’ll miss being home with my monkey all day. Thankfully however, I’ll only be working part time so I won’t be away from him long. And on the bright side, I’ll be able to enjoy the best of both worlds.