Short Stories

Priceless moments…

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That moment when
you potty train your kid
and you no longer need
to buy diapers:

Freaking awesome!

That moment when
the kid flushes a toy
and clogs the toilet hopelessly
(on a 3 day weekend
with no plumber in sight):



They can certainly
make us insane
but, hey, gotta love ’em.


Contents written: October 12 2015  |  Copyright 2015 Moylom Enterprises

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Happy today


Sounds of laughter
Ripple through the air.
Tickled bellies
Send arms and legs
Flailing everywhere.

Her giggles are electric
Inevitably contagious.
She screams,  “More mommy,  more!”
The moment is pure and precious.

We roll and tumble
All over the floor.
The dog is jealous,
She jumps and paws.

This memory is one
I hope to never forget;
Hugs,  kisses and tickles
For my munchkin and pet.


Contents written: Jan 13 2015  | Originally published: January 2015  |  Copyright 2015 Moylom Enterprises

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Yesterday was a tough day. Munchkin pulled out all the stops — a display I had not seen in a while (moving from the insane tantrums of terrible twos into the more tolerable threes and soon to be four). By 7 pm, after all the insanity and NO NAP AT ALL, I was done!

I threatened sending her to bed several times but I had to hold out until 9-ish because if she goes to bed too early she will wake up at 12 and not want to go back to bed until the wee hours of the morning. (Shaking head).

By 9:30 after she picked up the empty window planter, dashed across the living room then tripped over her home-made cape (as worn by Queen Elsa in the movie Frozen) sending the pebbles across the floor THAT. WAS. IT. “BED!!!” I yelled. Go straight to bed!

I stayed up until 12:30 organizing some receipts, but by the time I showered and shut the lights out she was up. What the …? I marched her back to her bed as she cried. She refused to get in. “OK then, I’m going to bed. See you tomorrow.” I was fully disengaged. My tank was empty! A few minutes later I heard her crawl into bed, then SILENCE… she was back to sleep.

This morning, I asked her what all the crazy was about yesterday, but never really got a straight answer, but managed to get an apology with a big hug around my legs. That’s all I needed. I melted and gave her the biggest hug ever and a few kisses too (then packed a special lollipop into her after daycare snack bag).

Today she was at daycare so we both got the much needed break from each other to be super excited to see each other again. All is once again well with the world! A little kindness, even in the form of an apology, certainly goes a long way — and so does some much-needed time apart. ^_^

This story was first written as a comment to another blogger’s post. To see that blog and see this story in its original context go here: 

Content written: February 18, 2015. Edited: March 21, 2015  | Originally published: April 2 2016  |  Copyright 2015 Moylom Enterprises

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Bad box!!!

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Sometimes I save shipping boxes for little projects in progress as a way of keeping things contained and out of the reach of my young one. And once in a while I just give her the box to play with, because as we all know, an empty box is sooo much cooler to play with than an actual toy!

Today I had 4 boxes, 3 big ones I kept for myself and my various projects and a smaller one I gave to her. Well apparently she had big plans for that box. She sat in it playing peekaboo with the dog; poked holes in it with her pencil; put a necklace on it; then sat in it for a while making noisy car sounds. Then out of the blue I heard her cry out, “Bad box, bad box, why won’t you be my bed?” I peeped around the corner from my desk to investigate and saw she was upset that the box was too small.

Me: “Too small for what, honey?”

Her: “Too small to be my bed!!!”

Apparently, she had high hopes of having that box also be her bed. Poor thing, I felt so bad that I allowed her to have one of the bigger boxes. In it she was now able to put a pillow and a couple toys. Now her pretend bed was a reality and she beamed with delight!

A child’s mind is full of such wonder and possibility, it is up to us to nurture their creativity as best we can. Creative play forces them to use the imagination, to develop problem solving skills and ultimately learn to think outside the box. Or in this case to think “inside the box”! 🙂

When was the last time you helped to nurture someone else’s creativity? Would love to hear your story…


Originally published: October 2015


Contents written: May 22 2015 | Edited: October 12 2015 | Copyright 2015 Moylom Enterprises


I spoke of you…

I spoke of you yesterday…
She saw your picture and asked,
“Is that my daddy ?”
I said mostly nice things about you —
Why burden her with the evil you did?
She’s too young to understand anyway.
In time she will know, but for now I spoke kind words.

For a split second I missed you ,
I missed us, I missed our family,
I missed the future I thought we would have had.
But, like a puff of smoke, that feeling was gone
Replaced by the pain you caused .
Yet I spoke kindly of you to her
Just because it was what she needed,
She needed her daddy.

*Originally published July 2015

Contents written: July 8 2015 | Copyright 2015 Moylom Enterprises


How to quit your job 52 days a year and not get fired

My job requires me to be on the clock 24 hours per day, 7 days per week. I will never get fired unless I mess up majorly but yet my paycheck is very small and if I call in sick I don’t get paid.  My responsibilities range from mundane, to silly, to absolutely disgusting and the only ones who truly understand my plight are those who work in the same field. Quitting is frowned upon and in extreme cases can result in short to long-term imprisonment — a huge deterrent in my opinion but some are simply too unqualified or irresponsible and the end result is to their detriment. There is no glamour, nor glory, very little thanks and a huge mountain of responsibility. To say it’s a juggling act is an understatement for it is not a job for the weak of heart.

I was never formally interviewed for the position, I simply showed up and was hired on the spot. I never received any formal training, which is sometimes scary beyond belief, but I simply use trial and error to figure things out as I go. There is no management to report to, per se — I am left to operate without supervision. But if something horrible goes wrong then the authorities are called and all the blame rests on me.

I tried to take a vacation once, seven years ago, but was informed that that was not allowed — even if I went to a vacation destination, I would have to pay for everything myself and I would still have to work. I gladly agreed to those terms since I desperately needed a break from the routine and if that was the only way to get it I’d just have to make the best of it.  I had “fun” and vowed to do it again as soon as I could afford to but that day hasn’t come yet since the demands of the job have been extremely unforgiving.

I daydream of vacations more than anything else, or spa days or simply an hour or two to have my thoughts be my own. But alas, the only escape I have is when business is slow in the overnight hours and I can sleep for a little while, not soundly, but at least it’s better than no sleep at all. I’ve also found that reading and writing are great ways to escape but I usually have to trade sleep for one or the other — a very high price to pay given my impossible schedule, but the sacrifice is well worth it. I’ve since learned that the more escapes I can create for myself, as small as they may be, the better I am able to continue doing my job to the best of my ability.

One may find it hard to believe, but despite everything I’ve just described, I do enjoy my job. The level of satisfaction I feel far outweighs all the crappy stuff I experience — well, at least, most of it! And every time I try to hatch a plan to quit, knowing fully well I can’t without serious repercussions, I try to think of those marvelous times of great joy to talk myself off the proverbial ledge.

Recently, however, (perhaps a month or two ago) I stumbled upon a system that can give me the break I desperately need without getting me in too much trouble. Every Saturday I QUIT! I am on the job yes, but I don’t do any work. Well, there ARE a few things I MUST do, but beyond that I exert as little energy as possible. I call it “taking a mental health day” and by golly IT WORKS! By Sunday I feel so refreshed (a little guilty and apologetic too) that I’m back to “push til I crash” mode and all is well with the world. No (major) policies violated, no authorities called, no pending imprisonment, just sweet bliss!

Why I hadn’t figured this out before is beyond me, but I guess it has to do with my obsessive-compulsive-perfectionist-dysfunctional upbringing. My role models are all workaholics and it would appear that that has been encoded in my DNA for better or worse. I can’t see that something needs doing and leave it undone. I guess perhaps this is why I am so well suited for the job — perhaps why I was hired on the spot without a lengthy interview. Whatever the case, I’m here reporting for duty and thankful for the opportunity to serve as long as I’m needed.

I am a single parent.

Contents written: 12.26.2014  | Copyright 2014 Moylom Enterprises


Even toddlers can be organized (sort of)

I recently read an article that explained how to get a toddler dressed in 50 steps. I was immediately confused and intrigued and therefore understood why some persons commenting on said article were angry. Just reading the topic alone, like I did at first, makes the average parent say “HUH? Why so many steps? ” But after actually reading the article,  I realized that it was meant to funny, sarcastic and an article that ONLY a parent (with patience) could read all the way through.

Dealing with toddlers isn’t easy. And because of the huge 14 year gap between my second and third child I had almost forgotten how terrifyingly frustrating it could really be. So, the only way to keep my head from falling right off my shoulders is to STAY ORGANIZED. Also, a little planning ahead of the actual “event” of getting dressed usually makes the process a lot easier.

Here’s my strategy :

  1. Stay Organized: Designate a spot for everything and teach the kid to put things where they need to go. Upon entering our home my daughter (3 yrs old) knows the process: shoes off,  coat and sweater off and hung (on hooks she can reach),  use bathroom (if necessary),  wash hands.
  2. Clothes: In the morning her clothes are chosen before she even wakes up.  But if she is awake I have her help pick out an outfit and take items into the bathroom. By this time she has already had a glass of chocolate milk — actual breakfast is at daycare since she likes to eat with her friends. Once in the bathroom the door is shut. She uses the bathroom,  gets washed,  brushes teeth,  then is dressed. The idea behind dressing in bathroom? It’s less drafty and is a confined space with less distraction and no room to run off. Also, this space gives me a chance to be close — give hugs and kisses as we chat about the day ahead and how she should behave at school or at work with me.
  3. Hair: I used to do her hair in the bathroom too but realized that once dressed we would both start overheating so I moved that process to the dining table. There, we have room to lay out all the items needed to fix her hair: comb, brush, hair lotion, scrunchies, clips. These items soon become impromptu toys which she uses to distract herself — imaginative play  — as I go to work as fast as I can. I also use this time to teach matching  and counting: clips and scrunchies to match colors of her outfit and number of clips needed for all her ponytails. When finished, she gets to put clips back into the jar while I put the other items away.
  4. Shoes: At 3 she can put shoes on alone but she’s still learning how to put them on the right foot.  Of late,  instead of putting shoes on (wrong) then have me tell her to switch,  she now asks me which is the right foot first so she does it correctly with no do-overs. ^_^
  5. Coat:  She knows how to button her sweater and she just learned how to grab the sleeve of the sweater so it’s not stuck inside the sleeve of the coat as she pushes her hand into the coat.  Next I have to teach her how to zip the coat. Working on it…

So there! Five steps not fifty. Not as funny as the article, but a lot less stressful.

This post was based on the following article: How to Get a Toddler Dressed in 50 StepsBY SUMMER BELLESSA |

Contents written: 12/21/2014  |  Copyright 2014 Moylom Enterprises