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Jennifer Margulis

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Pacifiers, Preschool, and Blogging: A Guest Post by Tsh Oxenreider a.k.a. Simple Mom

November 5th, 2010

Since reading No Impact Man, I’ve been thinking a lot about our family’s happiness and lifestyle habits. Earlier this week I wrote about how even though it’s not even Thanksgiving I’m already fretting about the consumerism of Christmas and wondering how to simplify the holiday and make it more meaningful. I’m delighted today to have a guest blogger who makes a living writing about simplicity. Tsh Oxenreider is a hugely popular blogger, the main voice behind Simple Mom, and editor-in-chief of Simple Living Media. I just ordered a copy of her new book, Organized Simplicity, which hit bookstores last week and which I’m eager to read. You can follow Tsh on Twitter to chat about handling the velcro on cloth diapers, dealing with Silly Bandz obsessions, and why less is really more.

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Pacifiers, Preschool, and Blogging by Tsh Oxenreider

Blogging well, motherhood, and sanity. These three ingredients make a delicious concoction, but usually, one of them is deleted from the recipe. Finding all three is a challenge, which makes this decadent indulgence a rarity indeed.

It can be done, though. Last month on my blog, Simple Mom, I shared my 11 top tips for blogging. A few weeks later on ProBlogger, I gushed over my husband, my golden ticket for running a successful blog.

But what about being a good mother and a prolific blogger? Can it be done?

Yes. But you have to tread carefully that narrow line entrenched between the two worlds. Here are a few tips from my experience.

1. Take advantage of those unique seasons in life.

When I started Simple Mom in early 2008, I was in the throes of nursing my second-born, Reed. He was one of those babies that loved nursing leisurely, so I had days where I sat for half the day, baby cradled in one arm while laptop balanced on the chair’s opposite arm.

I read all I could about blogging and blogging well. I learned jargon like SEO, plugins, PHP, CSS, and monetization. In those early days, I drank in all I could to lay a solid foundation for Simple Mom.

Fast-forward 14 months later, and Reed was in to everything. I’d turn away for ten seconds, only to find him on the step stool, reaching for the knife block; or worse, out on our fifth-floor balcony and climbing on the outdoor dining table (true story). Needless to say, I didn’t have a moment to rest.

During those months, I didn’t do as much “behind the scenes” blogging stuff. I wrote when I could, and put web design by the wayside.

There are seasons in parenting when you have more time than others. It’s good to use whatever time your current season offers.

2. Make the most of those daily pockets of time.

I blog during naptime and after the kids are in bed for the evening. I also check Facebook or Twitter here and there, between loads of laundry or while dinner simmers on the stove.

It’s not easy. But I can’t expect myself to have a solid five hours or uninterrupted writing bliss — it just doesn’t happen in this life stage. So I go with the flow.

avatar013. Forgive yourself…

While I don’t want my kids’ primary memories of me being glued to the laptop, they know I work from home. My blog is income-generating, so it contributes to the family’s finances. In order to make it run effectively, I need to devote time to it.

I love playing with my kids, and I make sure I’m on the floor with them at least once per day. I nurse my youngest, Finn, throughout the day, and I enjoy sitting on the deck and watching my kids romp in the backyard.

But I’m a grown-up, and it’s okay that I work from home. My kids can see me work and not feel neglected in the process. It took me awhile to let go of this guilt, and I still struggle often. But when those advertisers pay and we can therefore pay our bills, I’m reminded that running Simple Mom is the best job I can imagine. I get to work from home encouraging women, and not miss out on my kids’ milestones.

How great is that?

tate and reed4. …But put family first.

Yes, I work from home, and I log quite a few hours. But at the end of the day, none of that is worth it if I’m too busy to meet our basic needs, or to get offline and build a farm with the wooden blocks.

Ultimately, my blog (and blog network) isn’t all that it could be because I can’t blog full-time. I’m a mom to three kids under five. The math just doesn’t compute.

Maybe one day I can log a full 50 hours per week doing nothing but writing, networking, and coding. But that season isn’t now — and quite frankly, I’d rather mother my children than blog full-time anyway.

It’s a delicate balance of being fully at home while pouring out excellent work in your craft. So really… Blogging well with small children isn’t unlike the well-known struggle of most working moms.

How do I do it all? Easy answer: I don’t.

Are you a blogger with small children? Do you work from home? How do you make time to blog/work while in the trenches of motherhood?

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Why is it Easier to be Patient with Other People’s Kids?

August 23rd, 2010
Not-quite-three-year-old Etani swings on a swing in the guesthouse where we stayed when we first arrived in Niger (note the words on his T-shirt!)

Not-quite-three-year-old Etani swings on a swing in the guesthouse where we stayed when we first arrived in Niger (note the words on his T-shirt!)

I started babysitting when I was still in elementary school. I worked as a mother’s helper for a family of six when I was in junior high. It was so much fun—combing knots out of tangled hair, lulling a crying infant to sleep, sorting buttons with a 4-year-old, playing African Safari and hunting lions under the dining room table.

I knew just what to do to comfort a crying child. I was firm and consistent without being scolding, tolerant and funny and energetic.

Then I had my own children.

Why is it easier to be nice, patient, and uncritical with someone else’s kids?

When my niece decides to “water” the grass in the park with sand from the sand box I enjoy watching her excited little self rearranging matter, wondering if she’ll turn out to be a scientist like my mom.

When our neighbor’s son dumps an entire container of shampoo into the bathtub, his dad explodes with rage but I secretly can’t understand why his parents are so mad at this age-appropriate behavior.

7-year-old Hesperus swings into the pool

7-year-old Hesperus swings into the pool

But crying and bickering that seem normal (and almost amusing) from other people’s kids drive me a step closer to insanity when it’s my own children who are doing it.

On a bad day when my kids start acting up my patience deserts me, the temper I never thought I had flares, and I find myself yelling all the things the parenting books emphasize you should never say to your children.

I still remember one particularly difficult day during the year we spent in Niger. Up late preparing an 8:00 a.m. class, I awoke exhausted, left before my daughters’ school bus came, and had a grueling day of teaching and meetings. It was 120 degrees that day.

When it’s that hot, before you finish a glass of ice water it’s already being secreted from every pore. It feels like you’re living in a sauna, or a kitchen with no windows where chicken’s frying.

When I finally got home my three kids (Leone wasn’t born yet) were splashing in the pool that came with our rental house. They each came running over to hug me.

“Come in the pool with us Mommy,” they cried.

“Play Baby Shark with me Mommy,” screamed Etani, who was just three years old then.

“Watch me swim, Mommy. Mommy! You’re not watching,” shouted 7-year-old Hesperus.

“I need attention too,” murmured 6-year-old Athena.

All of a sudden I felt miserable. I didn’t want to play Baby Shark. I didn’t want to watch my daughter swim a lopsided crawl across the pool for the fifteenth time.

6-year-old Athena floating in the pool

6-year-old Athena floating in the pool


Where was the patient babysitter I used to be? The playful aunt? The silly parent who had a pretend twin sister named Nenny?

Replaced by an overtired mother who felt like a popped balloon.

Then my son decided to dump a bucket of water on the bathroom floor and take my purse, which he had stolen off the kitchen table, for a swim.

“Bed,” I roared. “No books. Don’t brush your teeth. You kids are driving me crazy. I am done, done, done!”

They trudged off to bed. I felt totally ashamed of myself. They hadn’t done anything wrong. They were just being kids. That was their job.

It wasn’t their fault that I was tired, anxious about work, and miserably hot.

Posing with some of my literature students from the University of Abdou Moumouni in Niamey, Niger, West Africa

Posing with some of my literature students from the University of Abdou Moumouni in Niamey, Niger, West Africa

I went into the girls’ room to say goodnight. The bangs on Athena’s forehead were wet with sweat. I smoothed them aside and kissed her. She put her small arms around my neck and hugged me.

“I love you Mommy,” she whispered.

“I’m sorry I yelled,” I whispered back.

“It’s okay.” Athena patted me gently on the back.

Readers, do you find that it’s easier to be patient with other people’s kids than with your own? Do you ever yell at your children? Do you feel badly when you do? I worry that my kids will remember the mom who was too tired to play Baby Shark and not the mom who had a pretend twin sister named Nenny and took them on an imaginary snake hunt in Kenya. What do you think our children remember from their childhoods?

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A Photo Gallery of BlogHer 2010 (Not), New York City, August 2010

August 11th, 2010
Etani shows signs of being a budding photographer as we trek 2,980 miles from Ashland to New York City

Etani shows signs of being a budding photographer as we trek 2,980 miles from Ashland, Oregon to New York City, New York


Why do I have to spend four hours on this airplane? And why is that man in the seat behind me holding his temples? And why, I wonder, did they put me and my brother and my mom in the very last row?

Why do I have to spend four hours on this airplane? And why is that man in the seat behind me holding his temples? And why, I wonder, did they put me and my brother and my mom in the very last row?


You may think this is a photograph of Atlas holding up the world with Saint Patrick's Cathedral (the seat of the Catholic church) in the background but it's actually pornography. What other scantily clad man is a naked woman allowed to admire? What do you think of those biceps?

You may think this is a photograph of Atlas holding up the world with Saint Patrick's Cathedral (the seat of the Catholic church) in the background but it's actually pornography. What other scantily clad man is a naked woman allowed to admire? What do you think of those biceps?


BlogHer2010, forget the technology updates, bring on the booze (this is the only photo I took from the conference. It's of a random blogger attendee. I liked her hat.

BlogHer2010, forget the technology updates, bring on the booze (this is the only photo I took from the conference. It's of a random blogger attendee. I liked her hat.)


The conference is over so why are that geeky mom walking the streets of New York City sporting a conference badge?

It's Saturday night and the conference is over. So why are that geeky mom and her baby walking the streets of New York City sporting a conference badge?


Me: How can anyone live in crazy NYC? My brother: How can anyone live anywhere else on Earth?

Me: How can anyone live in crazy NYC? My brother: How can anyone live anywhere else on Earth?


Etani watches over the bags at Harlem 125th Street station where we wait for a train to Scarsdale

Etani watches over the bags at Harlem 125th Street station where we wait for a train to Scarsdale. On board the conductors let him prove his strength by punching the ticket and tell him they have a uniform and name tag (if his name is Chris or Eric) all ready for him if he wants a job. Etani + train rides = happiness


You be the judge: Etani shows off his ticket-punching

You be the judge: Etani shows off his ticket-punching


When you're 9 months old, a 2-year-old cousin is all grown up

When you're 9 months old, a 2-year-old cousin is all grown up


Who needs Disneyland when you can ride the elevator up to the 11th floor and back down again? This was the only redeeming factor of the hotel where we unhappily spent an extra night (due to thunderstorms in Denver we missed our connecting flight.)

Who needs Disneyland when you can ride the elevator up to the 11th floor and back down again? This was the only redeeming factor of the hotel where we unhappily spent an extra night (due to thunderstorms in Denver we missed our flight.)


Homeward bound! Etani pulls the luggage through the Denver airport.

Homeward bound! Etani pulls the luggage through the Denver airport.

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Lessons Learned from Traveling with a 9-month-old Baby

August 10th, 2010

That long pause was me taking my 6-year-old son and 9-month-old daughter to a work conference in New York City … about blogging.

I took Etani because it was his turn to come on a trip with me. We have a lot of family in New York City and he got to spend lots of time with his cousins.

“We should stay for three weeks,” he declared, sorry when it was time to go home.

Thunderstorms in Denver diverted us to Wichita, Kansas, and we missed our connection back to Oregon. It was almost midnight last night when we checked into an understaffed hotel 25 minutes from the airport.

I’ve learned a lot from this trip, though not as much as I’d hoped about social media and the new ecosystem of the blogosphere.

#1: Traveling with a 9-month-old is a lot harder than traveling with the same baby four months earlier.

#2: Traveling with an almost 7-year-old who jumps out of bed in the morning (jet lag begone!) is much easier than traveling with a just 11-year-old who can barely open her eyes before 10:00 a.m. (and has an attitude to accompany her somnolence).

#3: Borrowing your husband’s iPhone and thinking you can write work emails, blog posts, tweets, and Facebook updates on it is stupid.

#4: Tying with your thumbs on said iPhone while lying down and nursing a jetlagged baby is a good way to get carpal tunnel in your right arm.

#5: If you take your friend up on free tickets to a Broadway musical, you have to live with the guilt of knowing the baby was inconsolable with grandma while you were gone.

#6: It’s worth it to go to the Broadway musical, despite the guilt.

#7: I love the East Coast and was happy to visit but I’m glad we decided to move to a small city in southern Oregon where there is no sticky humidity, bloodthirsty mosquitoes, or honking yellow taxis.

#8: A baby who has not pooped in five days will not just poop once, or twice, or three times when she finally decides to go…

#9: A baby who has never eaten raisins and tries some for the first time will not digest the raisins but will instead excrete them in blueberry form just a few hours after she has eaten them.

#10: One key to traveling with cloth diapers is to know when and where you will do laundry (see #8).

#11: Another key to traveling with cloth diapers is to use Elimination Communication (EC) to catch all the poops, the substance, consistency, and contents of which you can then write about (see #9).

What lessons have you learned from traveling solo with a child or two in tow?

Come back tomorrow to see a photo gallery of the trip!

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Transitioning to Summer

June 30th, 2010

My favorite part of summer? Visits from friends and family who bring along mustaches!

My favorite part of summer? Visits from friends and family who bring along mustaches!

You know it’s finally summer where you live when:

1. The sun is so hot you think you’re back in West Africa.

2. The baby gets a tan and the husband gets a sunburn.

3. Cigarette smoke, from the neighbors on both sides of the house, starts wafting in your windows at night.

4. You hear the sound of electric power tools — from lawn mowers to tree cutters — all day long.

5. Your 6-year-old, who does not have any scheduled activities this week, says “I’m bored, I’m bored, I’m bored,” 15 times in two minutes.

6. Your family from far flung places makes plans to visit.

7. Everybody but you is traveling to fabulous destinations, like Italy and Hungary and France.

8. You feel schizophrenic at work, like you should be taking the kids to the park or the pool, but it’s not the weekend and you have deadlines.

9. You’re having trouble transitioning into a new routine and a new schedule.

Now that it’s officially summer, I keep thinking it’s the weekend.

But it’s not.

Our three older kids all have completely different schedules and James and I haven’t quite figured out how to get the kids to where they need to go and occupy the ones who are home in a way that makes them happy and gives us enough time to work.

By the time we figure out this week (Athena has acting camp, Hesperus has gymnastics, Etani has … nada) it will be next week and there will be a new schedule.

Funny how during the school year I longed for the flexibility of the summer and now that it’s summer I feel both like it’s going by too quickly and like I can’t quite figure it out.

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On Taking the Kids out of School

May 19th, 2010

PICT0163-154Several parents I know believe children should never miss school except in the case of illness. They take school very seriously and feel that letting their child skip school sends the wrong message.

Then there are parents like me.

Before I had children I read David Guterson’s Family Matters: Why Homeschooling Makes Sense. I admire families that are able to homeschool and suspect that the most important learning takes place away from the confines of the classroom.

I’m pretty sure “world schooling,” as one friend called it when she and her husband took their two daughters on a nine-month around-the-world trip, trumps formal schooling every time.

Which is why my 10-year-old, 9-year-old, and 6-year-old aren’t in school this week.

Instead, they’re with me on an assignment on the Oregon Coast. We spent today walking up Astoria’s steep hills, playing at one of my favorite playgrounds in the world (Tapiola Park in Astoria is up there on my list with Coram’s Fields in London and Harold H. Higashihara Park on the Big Island in Hawaii), exploring a 1.5 mile old growth forest trail, climbing the 164 steps to the top of the Astoria Column to look out over where the Columbia River meets the Pacific Ocean, and eating homemade fudge in Seaside.

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There are downsides to this trip:

The car ride to get here felt interminable: “Mommy, are we there yet?” Etani asked after we’d been driving for 40 minutes and had more than six hours to go.

We’re getting way too little sleep: After going to sleep after 10:00 p.m. the baby woke at 5:45 this morning. She, Etani, and I had finished breakfast and were out and about before 7:15 a.m.

The kids have been bickering too much: “DON’T EVEN PUT YOUR TOE ON MY SIDE OF THE BED!” “STOP BREATHING ON ME!”

After my friend’s family returned from their world schooling trip, she and her husband and daughters went back to their busy, structured lives. “The thing I miss most about our trip,” her then 9-year-old daughter said to her one day, “is getting to spend so much time with you every day.”

Too soon it will be Monday and time for my kids to go back to school.

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A Baby’s First Work Trip

April 20th, 2010

P1030898-10Leone and I just returned from Rock Valley College, where I was invited to be the keynote speaker for their annual Student Writing Awards Ceremony. I haven’t been on an airplane for six months. My last trip was to New Orleans when I was almost nine months pregnant.

My conversations with fellow travelers, flight attendants, and airport personnel during that trip went like this:

“When are you due?”

“You don’t want to know.”

“That soon?”

“Sooner!”

Even though I had just written a travel article advising pregnant women not to travel too close to the due date, I spent the last flight on the way back holding my knees together to keep my water from breaking.

This time I was petrified about flying. I’ve always been a nervous flier but lately it’s gotten worse. It doesn’t help that a friend and former colleague died on the airplane that crashed over Buffalo in February 2009. There’s also something about having a small fat Buddha Baby that makes one want to stay home. Plus, I just finished a 5,000-word article for Mothering about cloth diapering (which will appear in the May issue) and I’m more committed with this baby to using cloth (and doing EC) than I ever have been before. I interviewed a mom who has traveled around the world–from Norway to Mexico City–with cloth diapers. I figured if she could do it I could do it! But I’ve never traveled with only cloth diapers before so that also added to my stress levels.

It’s not an asset to have flight anxiety when you make more than fifty percent of your living as a travel and culture writer and you need to fly for work. This is a problem.

Luckily, Leone didn’t have heart palpitations every time the noises on the airplane changed. She liked the plane rides. She had lots of people to smile at. She enjoyed playing with the safety instructions in the seat pocket in front of us, and banging her hand on the tray table.

She also was happy to take the bus from the airport to Rockford, Illinois.

Here are five things I learned about traveling with a five-month-old:

1) No matter how regular your baby usually is, she will poop when the seatbelt sign is illuminated during take-off.

2) It’s very hard to button your jeans with one hand in an airplane bathroom holding an infant.

3) The lady on the plane who keeps looking at you, the one you’re sure is thinking you’re a bad parent and judging you for traveling with an infant, is actually nice once you start talking to her. You only thought otherwise because you were projecting your crankiness, anxiety, and low blood sugar (see #4) onto her.

4) Pack food. Then pack more food. Then pack some more. You will eat it all. When you forget to pack enough food on the way home (see #3) and your baby decides to have a growth spurt on the airplane and wants to nurse every 45 minutes, it makes you very very hungry.

5) Going through security with a baby is not as difficult as you imagine it to be when you’re up with airplane anxiety insomnia for a week before your trip. If you wear slip-on shoes, have your liquids ready, leave your laptop at home, pack light despite all the diapers, and carry your baby in a sling or soft backpack, you’ll be so speedy that you’ll leave the most well-traveled businessmen in your wake.

The airplane was fun

The airplane was fun


Especially sitting ON the tray table

Especially sitting ON the tray table


But the bus tasted better

But the bus tasted better

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It’s Hard to Juggle Work and Family

December 9th, 2009

P1030248-124The scene: An enameled cast iron bathtub in a small farmhouse in New England.

The characters: An exhausted 34-year-old pregnant lady and her 2-year-old and 3-year-old daughters.

The time: 7:00 p.m.

The action: A phone rings.

“It’s probably Daddy,” I say, jumping out of the tub naked, water sloshing on the floor. If James had not been out of town, I would never have answered the phone.

I had just started working as a freelance writer and didn’t have a separate ring tone for work calls.

The voice on the other end was not James.

It was an editor-in-chief’s assistant at a glossy magazine in California, where it was only 4:00 p.m.

“Mommy, I want to talk to Daddy!” The 3-year-old cries.

“Daddy! Daddy! Daddy,” the 2-year-old shrieks.

“Could I, um, call you back in ten minutes?” I plead.

It’s hard to sound professional when you’re stark naked.

I bustle the girls out of the tub and leave them upstairs while I run downstairs to return the phone call. Ms magazine wants to assign me a story based on a pitch letter I sent them months before. Was I interested?

I bluffed my way through that phone call, insisting on my regular rate (I didn’t have one) and checking my busy schedule to verify if I could make the deadline (the calendar was empty). When two sets of pajama-clad feet appeared in the doorway of the kitchen (there was nowhere else in the house to talk), I hung up as quickly as I could, feeling both exhilarated and overwhelmed.

The bathtub incident was funny, even at the time, but I’m thinking of it today because—six years later with a new baby—I’m remembering all over again how hard it is to juggle work and family.

Now I make a living as a freelance writer, live in the Pacific time zone, own a house that has a home office with a door that closes, and use a separate ring tone for work calls.

I have a revision of an article due today, to an editor in New York City, who left work before I could finish. I’ve been typing emails with one hand while nursing the baby, my shoulder squeezing a cell phone to my ear to retrieve messages. There’s spit-up on my left sleeve, I’ve forgotten to eat lunch, and I need to advance the diapers in the laundry.

On a good day this juggling act seems like sit-com material.

On a bad day, like today, I feel inadequate: failing to meet deadlines, badly in need of the kind of high-quality dark chocolate we can’t afford, concerned I’m not paying enough attention to my children. I wanted this baby as much as I’ve ever wanted anything and I’m so glad to have her. I want to be a good mother to her, and to my older children, but I worry on days like today that I’m not doing a good enough job.

Take a break. Be kind to yourself. Rest when the baby’s resting. All of this is such good advice from well-meaning friends but there’s no such thing, really, as maternity leave when you’re self-employed in a country in a deep recession and the writing market has plummeted.

Clearly it’s time to take a bath.

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