Monday, April 30, 2007

If You Can't Beat Them, Join Them


Written by In The Trenches Of Mommyhood

When you become a mommy, the oh-so-cool rock anthems that kept you moving… “Pour some sugar on me”; “Roxxxx-annne”; “She was a fast machine, she kept her motor clean”; “I love rock and roll, put anotha dime in the jukebox baby”; “Because the great-test love of all, is happening to meeeee”…Just kidding on that last one. Really! [Although I have to admit that I watched the Being Bobby Brown marathon on BravoTV while I was in the hospital after having my third son, and if that show wasn’t the epitome of a train wreck that you couldn’t tear yourself away from watching, then I don’t know what was. But I digress.]…suddenly morph into “We’re yourrrrr backyard friends, the Backyardigans”; “Backpack, backpack” and “Can you tell me how to get, how to get to Sesame Streeeeet”.

So in the interest of saving my sanity (and to shield myself from EVER again having to listen to another Wiggles song), I figured, if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em, so I introduced my children to more, shall we say, tolerable (or so I thought) music, like Laurie Berkner, and even the Cars soundtrack (“Life is a highway, I’m gonna ride it allllll night long, yeah yeah yeah yeah”). Yeah, well, my boys’ latest musical discovery is the Blue Sky Sparklin’ Day CD by Elizabeth McMahon (a/k/a Mrs. McPuppet). Holy shit! This music is like crack for your ears. The little ditties STICK in your head all day and night. This week, I’ve found myself wandering aimlessly about the house, singing about “la la la la la la-sagne” and frickin’ hippos “who came all the way from Africa”.

MAKE IT STOP!! [As she curls up in the fetal position, rocking slowly back and forth, sucking her thumb to the strains of “C-O-W spells cow, N-O-W spells now, H-O-W spells how, how now brown cow, moo cow.”] I think it’s pretty safe to say, I’ve been beat. Badly.


In the Trenches of Mommyhood. I had a mind once. Now I have small children.

8 comments:

Amanda said...

I love your writing for the way it echoes my own thoughts and then gets sprinkled by your deft hand with morsels that make me say,"Damn, I wish I had typed that."

You rock, mama.

nutmeg said...

The Backyardigan theme gives me HIVES! We've gotten our kids into music like the Beatles, Cat Stevens, and John Denver. Lyrics are clean and we don't have to beat our heads against the wall or car window!

Surviving Motherhood said...

I guess I've got all this to come but it doesn't half make me glad that she is still too young to care.

Annie said...

Right there joining with you! How sad is it that I find myself jaunting along to 'The wheels on the bus' while en route to the grocery store, with no kids in the car?

Cherann said...

I guess it's better that our kids sing Laurie Berkner songs rather than Nine Inch Nail songs. But dang it when the backyardigans stick in my head all day.

Sprite said...

This cracked me up! What a great idea -- turn the on to something you like. But, I guess even that can backfire. LOL! I guess all things, even those things you like, need to be in moderation!

melody said...

I am so glad my boys are now older and moving on to the "good" music.

Mama Zen said...

"What's gonna work? Team work!" Ugh! That's the one that gets stuck in my head.

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