My three lucky charms.
Friday, March 15, 2013
Evil ghost.
There must be an evil ghost in my house. A ghost that loves to tease and gets a kick out of driving me crazy. I have tried holy water and having my house blessed but it still likes to taunt me. Do you want to know what it does? It hides my laundry. The ghost must be a man because a woman ghost would never do this to another woman. It happens like this. Every two weeks on a Thursday night I collect all of the dirty laundry from the boys rooms, my room and the bathrooms. I arranged them downstairs in colors and whites and then the following day (usually on my Friday off) I do laundry. I ask all my three boys on Friday morning to put any left out laundry by the basement door and I double check the hampers just to make sure. All clear. I do the laundry and put the clothes away. By Saturday morning I am all done and feel accomplished and like.....super mom. How do I do it? This mommy thing is so easy for me and I am the best mommy in the world. A career woman, a wife and an amazing amazing mom....how does she do it all. The evil ghost laughs. By Sunday, there is clothes all over the hampers, the laundry room and the basement door. Its that damn ghost. He is the one keeping me from being the woman I know I can be. Right? It has to be. By the end of that week I have enormous amount of laundry like I never did anything. How can this happen? I then feel unaccomplished! Damn ghost. Then my husband had an idea .......have our cleaning lady do our laundry. I love him. Take that ghost. I welcomed the idea. Ghost is probably crying now. I felt victorious again. Until.......the cleaning lady came and the washing machine stopped working along with a pipe bursting. I bet you it was the ghost. Damn ghost. Time for an exorcism.
Friends. Old and new.
When I first moved to Smithtown I had no friends. All my friends lived far and my closest at least an hour away. Two were in Staten Island, one in Brooklyn, two upstate and one in Florida. Thank God I had my family but I knew no one else. Being recently married at the time I was enjoying spending time with my husband and fixing our house but once the newlywed phase went away ........I was missing my girlfriends. The silly talks, the stories of our high school and college years and oooohhhhh "The Wine". Maybe I miss that one more. Then Lucas came and I was busy with him, nursing, working being a mom and all.....friends still far away. Noah followed and with two kids i had to make the sacrifice to travel to see them for my own sanity. They traveled to see me too but it wasnt the same as calling one up to meet for cofeee or a movie. They were too far. I needed girlfriends, friends to talk to and I needed my sanity or maybe get a little crazy with girls who would understand. Yes I had my lovely sisters but the one that shared my love for wine moved away to be a doctor. What?!!!! And the other wasn't a fan of wine. What?!!!!
Then the play dates with Lucas began and I met my first friend. I met her through Lucas. Her son and my Lucas became friends and so we became friends. Our husbands became friends and our younger sons of the same age became friends (or force to become friends, hey at this point they would not hold us back). It was great. Then Lucas became best friends with another kid and his mom and I became friends. I made my second friend. During that time a colleague of mine move to Long Island and was pregnant and we became friends and that friend in Brooklyn moved to Nassau and we were together once again. I rekindled an old friendship from college and she was close. Lucas pretend girlfriends mom and I became friends and then he went yo kindergarten and we met our neighbors at the bus stop ....friends and play dates.....school and I even met a great friend who like me has a similar disease to mine and goes to the same doctors and has the same treatments as me..... Another friend. In fact I have so many now I can't keep up. I love them all and I keep meeting more every day. The nice thing about these new friends is that we all understand the crazy life of being a mother. Some of them work and others don't but we all can relate to the crazy out of body experiences that we go through after being with our kids when they are whining or crying or having a tantrum. They don't look at me crazy. Even the single one is a kindergarten teacher and can relate.
My high school and college friends and I are still as close as ever and see each other at least twice a year at a spa or hotel. For two weekends a year we are back to the young girls from college that had no responsibilities. It's nice to unwind with them. Each and every one of them are fantastic women. They all bring out a side of me that has either been lost, hiding or never met before. They also make me feel normal and happy and just plain silly.
So all I needed was to have kids and I made friends, now I just need more time to hang out with them.
Oh and all of them....each and every one of them loves.....WINE!!!!!! 😋 The universal language.
Breaking news....my sister the non-drinker I have converted her. She is officially a wine drinker. So proud. Desperate times call for desperate measures.
Then the play dates with Lucas began and I met my first friend. I met her through Lucas. Her son and my Lucas became friends and so we became friends. Our husbands became friends and our younger sons of the same age became friends (or force to become friends, hey at this point they would not hold us back). It was great. Then Lucas became best friends with another kid and his mom and I became friends. I made my second friend. During that time a colleague of mine move to Long Island and was pregnant and we became friends and that friend in Brooklyn moved to Nassau and we were together once again. I rekindled an old friendship from college and she was close. Lucas pretend girlfriends mom and I became friends and then he went yo kindergarten and we met our neighbors at the bus stop ....friends and play dates.....school and I even met a great friend who like me has a similar disease to mine and goes to the same doctors and has the same treatments as me..... Another friend. In fact I have so many now I can't keep up. I love them all and I keep meeting more every day. The nice thing about these new friends is that we all understand the crazy life of being a mother. Some of them work and others don't but we all can relate to the crazy out of body experiences that we go through after being with our kids when they are whining or crying or having a tantrum. They don't look at me crazy. Even the single one is a kindergarten teacher and can relate.
My high school and college friends and I are still as close as ever and see each other at least twice a year at a spa or hotel. For two weekends a year we are back to the young girls from college that had no responsibilities. It's nice to unwind with them. Each and every one of them are fantastic women. They all bring out a side of me that has either been lost, hiding or never met before. They also make me feel normal and happy and just plain silly.
So all I needed was to have kids and I made friends, now I just need more time to hang out with them.
Oh and all of them....each and every one of them loves.....WINE!!!!!! 😋 The universal language.
Breaking news....my sister the non-drinker I have converted her. She is officially a wine drinker. So proud. Desperate times call for desperate measures.
Thursday, March 7, 2013
Hello Giada!!!
Hello Giada!!!
So as a working mother, it is so hard to get together a meal every evening. A meal is hard but a healthy meal is challenging. Honestly, I don't really like cooking. I'm not good at it. Maybe that's why. I have this amazing mother and mother-in-law that can really make you go crazy with just the smell of their cooking creations. They are amazing. I have so tried to be as good as they are but somehow I can't. I even follow strict recipes but still nothing. Ask Fabio, he tries to eat it at times but sometimes he can't stand it. Even brownies from the box I mess up. I once put too much oil and they came out so greasy. My sister walked away immediately but my husband ate it all. Poor guy had diarrhea all night.
Now I have two kids and I have to actually make a healthy meal every night. I am saved every Friday night with pizza but the rest of the days I am screwed.
I am running around with work so often that by the time I get home to get Lucas from the bus I am face with what to make for dinner. I have tried the planning my meals on Sunday nights for the whole week but at times it doesn't work when I'm tired of the same old food that I make. Between Tae Kwon Doe classes, swimming classes, soon to be baseball and soccer and that's just the kids activities I am exhausted of the thought of cooking. I have heard mothers say that they love cooking and seeing their kids eat what they have made. Yeah that is nice but when you are pleading with them to please eat that whole moment of "I made it myself" goes out the window.
I was bored of all I knew to make. Until one day when my sisters and I went out to dinner. We were waiting for our table and decided to go next door to Barnes and Nobles and what do I see but a whole area of cookbooks. Yeah, you might say .....duh.....but I hate cookbooks too. They always require some type of ingredient I have never heard of and have to go all over to find. Or sometimes they require all this time to make that I lose my patience. So there she was .........Giada....waiting for me. I opened the book and was filled with excitement. I bought all her books and for one month straight I began making new dishes every day. I was inspired. Some meals my family cringed but others they loved. They finish their meals so fast and they ate with so much excitement.
A month later (Fabio will like to say that it was much sooner) "I lost that loving feeling". I was exhausted to make these delicious brilliant meals every day, I think I over did it. So I went back to the regular meals I make along with some of Giada. I have to find that excitement again. Maybe cooking classes? Fabio would agree to anything at this point.
So as a working mother, it is so hard to get together a meal every evening. A meal is hard but a healthy meal is challenging. Honestly, I don't really like cooking. I'm not good at it. Maybe that's why. I have this amazing mother and mother-in-law that can really make you go crazy with just the smell of their cooking creations. They are amazing. I have so tried to be as good as they are but somehow I can't. I even follow strict recipes but still nothing. Ask Fabio, he tries to eat it at times but sometimes he can't stand it. Even brownies from the box I mess up. I once put too much oil and they came out so greasy. My sister walked away immediately but my husband ate it all. Poor guy had diarrhea all night.
Now I have two kids and I have to actually make a healthy meal every night. I am saved every Friday night with pizza but the rest of the days I am screwed.
I am running around with work so often that by the time I get home to get Lucas from the bus I am face with what to make for dinner. I have tried the planning my meals on Sunday nights for the whole week but at times it doesn't work when I'm tired of the same old food that I make. Between Tae Kwon Doe classes, swimming classes, soon to be baseball and soccer and that's just the kids activities I am exhausted of the thought of cooking. I have heard mothers say that they love cooking and seeing their kids eat what they have made. Yeah that is nice but when you are pleading with them to please eat that whole moment of "I made it myself" goes out the window.
I was bored of all I knew to make. Until one day when my sisters and I went out to dinner. We were waiting for our table and decided to go next door to Barnes and Nobles and what do I see but a whole area of cookbooks. Yeah, you might say .....duh.....but I hate cookbooks too. They always require some type of ingredient I have never heard of and have to go all over to find. Or sometimes they require all this time to make that I lose my patience. So there she was .........Giada....waiting for me. I opened the book and was filled with excitement. I bought all her books and for one month straight I began making new dishes every day. I was inspired. Some meals my family cringed but others they loved. They finish their meals so fast and they ate with so much excitement.
A month later (Fabio will like to say that it was much sooner) "I lost that loving feeling". I was exhausted to make these delicious brilliant meals every day, I think I over did it. So I went back to the regular meals I make along with some of Giada. I have to find that excitement again. Maybe cooking classes? Fabio would agree to anything at this point.
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