Turkey Time!

It’s that time again.. the best holiday where you don’t have to buy a present.  Except for a hostess present maybe.  I want to replay my take on Thanksgiving I did with Cafe Mom from when I still had a green front door ( it’s now red).

 

I do love this video.  It’s full of real good advice.  Some of which I have not followed this year.  I haven’t made ONE thing yet.  My table was not set days ahead.

I’m not going to go into it.. just can’t yet, but I’ve had a big loss and I’m still sorting it out.  I can’t comment till it’s been more digested.  Mark and my kids and fine and I wish you a happy holiday with your family and friends.

 

xo

volunteering for school lunch

When I did this video about volunteering to serve lunch at Vivien’s school I was treated very differently.

 

I thought it signaled the start of my children’s disinterest in me and concentration on their friends.  But, now that Rex is in kindergarten I’m trying it again.  This time I’m getting the love that had eluded me.  Between putting on the plastic gloves, tying up my hair and running to replenish the pizza and orange slices Rex will appear for a moment  “Hi, Mommy!” Give me a hug and run off.  Then between asking kids if they want two helpings of vegetables or one of vegis and one of fruit,  there is a lull where I gaze lovingly at he and his new buddies playing on the grass.

On the 3rd hour of this shift as I sweep the debris left under the tables, Rex long ago back in his class, I think.  Don’t I see this kid every night?  There must be an easier way to see him.

 

full body sanitizer?

on my way home from dropping off my kids today..which resembled Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride due to copious amounts of street consctruction.. I heard a doctor who has treated Ebola and other fun diseases that it helps to have a hand sanitizer that a gloved hand doens’t have to touch… I can the pumping action?

Put that on my list!  Althouth sometimes I wonder if hand sanitizers just make us Feel like we are protecting ourselves.

I just picked up a jug size container of it for my kid’s school.  Though at a school it is probably like holding back the tide with a broom ( cut to kid rubbing his snot with back of his hand. Oh, wait, that’s me)

best marriage sex advice ever

Leave this video playing in the room when your husband is in the room.

Your welcome!

Not to mention the fact that if I’m awake I want to watch House Hunters international or some mumbling English chaps investigating crimes.  ( By the way, why don’t they ever put on gloves at a crime scene on Inspector Lewis?  Don’t they watch CSI or Luther?)

When does Thomas chug along?

“Rex, you never use your train table anymore.  May I give this to someone who will use it?”  No way.  He wants it.  All those train tracks, all those trains are never touched, but the table stays.  It is helpful when I vacuum his floor.train table

The big days of Thomas have declined.  A day I once hoped for.

 

But, he still likes his Thomas desk. thomas the tank desk So, how long does is the residual nature of a beloved early childhood character?  I think it goes pretty deep.  I just recently bought the first Partridge Family album.  Putting on “Umbrella Man” take me back to the halcyon days of sitting on our old concrete porch staring at the record play on my red and white battery operated record player.  The Bell Record label going round and round.

I’ll never be able to get rid of that table.

 

 

the mother shoes

I look particularly awful in this video, but it cracks me up.  Also, the shoes you see at the end, the Danskos I’m still wearing.  Well, in summertime I’m wearing flip flops and because of global warming summer is now 10 months long, but I have thrown the cloggy shoes on.

One moment in the last year where I thought, I have to start wearing better shoes …. I was in a business meeting ( I work on my husband’s restaurant/ catering biz) and a cute young guy looked down at my shoes and said, “oh, are you in food service as well?”  Ah, yeah I said.  But, I wanted to say, no, I’m over 40, married with kids and I’ve given up, but you Mr. Full lips are going to make me at least put on my Stuart Weitzman low heeled pump.”

I clomped away.

Mysteries of motherhood

When did that brown spot appear on my face?  Who stole my old knees?  Things I wonder about.  To promote Debra Messing’s new show “The Mysteries of Laura” I was asked to speak about my own mysteries of motherhood ( and to include a successful you tube couple called NiveNuls.I have see odd stuff in my house and I bet you have in yours.  What’s up with that?

 

 

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making mom friends

So, two weeks ago I lost a dear family member and I’m really too laid out to address it.  As I wade through my grief and examine the life of the dear one I have lost I am helped greatly by my family and friends.  A good friend can get you out of your ditch, or hold your hand while he lay face down in the ditch until you are able to get yourself up.  When Rex started kindergarten I told Mark he was nervous.

“Why?” Mark asked

” He is afraid he won’t have any friends.”  I loved Mark’s candid response.  “I’m still afraid of that.”

So, I went into my archives where I talked about making mom friends.  It still holds up today.

kids “help” in the kitchen

I hide mixers like I would rat poisin from Rex.  We have been cooking and baking a lot lately, but sometimes I don’t want the “help”  ( Cut to child screaming, “I wanted to crack the egg, I wanted to crack the egg.”)

Here was very simple little exercise in cooking and economics with my kids ( note my slippers.  Could I be more white trash?)

I was making a pound cake and playing beat the clock yesterday.  Must- get -this-done-before-Rex-sees-mixer.”  If he sees it then he wants to do stuff and I’m worried about his little fingers going in the kitchen aid, and keeping track of who put in what last.  Plus, putting in baking powder does not have the same cache as 1) cracking eggs or 2) pouring in sugar.  The latter because he snatches some back for himself.  Then he and Vivien fight over the chairs they are standing on and I think, hmm, what’s a matter with buying a box of factory made cookies?  Oh, that’s right I’m giving them a great childhood memory.