I have been Zooming all week. Staff meetings, department meetings, morning meetings, read alouds for my kids, a special 'happy birthday' for my son, and my favorite — happy hour. Zoom happy hour has become a regular part of my day, when I carve out time to enjoy a drink (or more) and chat with friends. These calls have been vital to my week and help keep me sane and grounded each night.
It doesn't matter where — school, daycare, soccer practice, swim lessons, a birthday party, Nana's house, vacation. It could be the most exciting trip to an amusement park that we've been planning and talking about for months. We are always late!
Whether your meals are on a couch at dinner time, at the counter in the morning for breakfast before school, or on a picnic blanket for dinner at the playground, do it together. Find your normal, make it a priority, and stick to it. It doesn't matter what other families do. Do what works for you.
But when I walk into Target I am ambushed. I am hit smack in the face with the reminder that it doesn't last forever. The back-to-school posters, classroom decor, colorful pens, pencils, and folders. I do love colorful supplies but not in the middle of summer. These organization tools and writing utensils that usually excite me are now just a reminder that summer does end. And I don't want summer to end, just as much as my kids don't.
Yep, that's right. After planning a girls night out with friends for some much-needed time to catch up, we spent our night discussing bottles, diapers, sleeping, not sleeping, trips to the hospital, breastfeeding, birthdays, and when we are going to have more. What was once girls night out has become moms night out, and we cannot help it. We are moms and future moms.
What are you drinking this summer? Other than half my weight in water, my choice is margaritas. Not sweet, not spicy, no salt. Just a plain margarita. If you've been looking for the perfect summer drink, try my margarita recipe!
These two small-ish projects actually took me several days to finish. And by finish, I mean get everything back in their places so I could once again walk into my boys' room or actually use the linen closet without things falling on me. I love the idea of being organized and tidy, I really do. I just don't think I have what it takes to Marie Kondo my entire house. (Well, my 1,300-square-foot condo.)
Everyone gets so excited when family members or friends have a new baby, and we immediately want to see them. I have done the same. Each friend who has had a baby, the first question I used to ask is, "When can I come meet him/her? What can I bring you? I'll watch the baby while you sleep!" But, things have changed. My son got meningitis at 4 weeks old.
Dinner, bath, and bedtime — the witching hours. The time I am casually watching the clock, anticipating bedtime. The time I am typically on my own. My husband does not work a typical 9 to 5 schedule, like many others. He doesn't have Saturdays and Sundays off. He isn't home every night.
Growing up the 'burbs, school selection was easy. You live on this street, you go to this school. Eventually, every kid in town ends up at the same high school. Typical suburbs. Well, I don't live in the suburbs anymore. This is Boston. School selection is a real thing. And it starts at the pre-kindergarten level. My firstborn is 4, and I am already stressed over which school he will attend.
Keeping one New Year's resolution for an entire year is not a strong point of mine. This year, I have decided to make a bucket list instead. Small goals that are attainable. Things I can cross off when they are accomplished. Ideas that will not leave me feeling like a failure come Dec. 31. Activities to do with my kids. Adventures to share with loved ones. Books to read. Recipes to make. A list. A simple list. Not an idea that will pass with each day.
I'm sorry I didn't say anything. Because I've been there too. Next time, I promise to tell you how good of a mom you are. I'll tell you not to worry about everyone else. Your son was so happy to be helping, to be learning from you, and you were both smiling. Those are moments we need to cherish and think about.
"Mommy, I want the car!" Those are the five most dreaded words any mom can hear when entering the grocery store. Here are the people you can expect to see when you're lucky (or brave) enough to tackle the cute little car cart.
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