Leave this video playing in the room when your husband is in the room.
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 I did this video Mark was recuperating from surgery. Now that he is consulting and catering he is home a lot more. I guess I must adjusted to having my husband around more. But, as the saying goes, I married you for life not for lunch. Sometimes you need your space. If only so I can catch up on “The Good Wife”.
Remember when Nordstroms still had a piano player? Well, after college I worked at Nordstroms for a few months. Freaking hated it. They are hard core and it’s very tough to make your commission in Personal Accessories when people return stuff — remember how they take everything back– a check that you thought was going to be good jumps down to piddle. Back in the old days I had to sell $130 an hour to make my commission. That was a TON of money BACK then. After Christmas it was tough. But, I stuck it out while I lived at my mom’s and took classes and internships in broadcasting.
I folded scarves in our down time. Every body touches the scarves. Everybody touches them and doesn’t buy them. So, I’m folding scarves for WEEKS praying I get a job in radio so I can quit this job while that piano player is playing “My Funny Valentine” over and over and over and over. No wonder I started to turn on the day.
Cut to present day and I get TONS of emails asking me if I’m going to feature some gifts for V- day. I think they meant to go to coolmompicks.com ( they do stuff, I do stuff in my head). Mind you I married a chef so Valentine’s day has always meant a lot of work and good biz for him. Even this year when he is sans restaurant he is catering a dinner. My date is going to be one of my oldest male ( gay) friends. We were briefly an item before he knew for sure he was gay back in college. I knew he was, but he was ( and is) so attractive I wanted to hit that before he figured it out. We are great friends and he is making Chicken Tagine. We will drink red wine ( chased with shitakes of course for brightness) and watch “Beast of the Southern Wild”. Can’t wait.
Okay, so what will I get my husband for Valentine’s day? The best thing I could give him. Kindness. Okay, now play the video.
It started out so promising. My husband and I were going for a quick bite and a movie. We even ran into friends at the restaurant which meant we actually had fun bater as opposed to procedural married talk. Why is it we are more fun with others? The night seemed so good.
But, then it all went so wrong I forced Mark to vlog with me as soon as we got home. I blame him. I also blame Tom Cruise. I blame Rosamund Pike’s eyebrows
Yes, her breasts were hiked up the whole time, just like her eyebrows
Last night I went to a financial seminar. Not setting my hair on fire, but listening to an economist. Here I was taking notes for my dear husband who was home with the kids. It was an engaging little lecture about how the European financial issues are playing out and how they could affect us in the US ( in summary, if it were 14 years ago, a lot, but we have a lot of different trading partners, so not so much). Also, the economist said something about the bogus term “Fiscal cliff” to which I blurted out, “I just blogged about this!”.
Anyway, since Mark is now home at night for the first time in our entire marriage I knew I had to school him about our routines.I didn’t know I had to worry about him being a man child.
Yes, this video is about when you go out of town or out ON the town and leave the kids with the old man. But, lately I’ve gone out twice for two hours and it was LORD OF THE FLIES when I got back.
I got home..9:00pm All lights are on in the house blazing, “Ghostbusters” is an hour in, Rex is sitting naked next to Mark on the couch, Vivien still in her day clothes. They are all laughing. No bath, no teeth brushed.
Me: “What the hell?” I turn the movie off. I scold my husband. It’s a school night, you played a movie the other night, I told you, movies are for weekends only, blah blah. Yes, I sound like a harpy, but a harpy in the right.
“Do I have to get a sitter for you too?” He just looked kind of sheepish. As I got Vivien in her nightgown she was trying to take the heat for her dad. While I could hear him throwing Rex on the bed and laughing. Sure, it’s great he is a nice father, but time to calm the toddler down now. He should go to bed before midnight! I was so steamed I didn’t speak to Mark for the rest of the night. Granted the rest of my night was reading three stories to Rex and falling asleep with him, but there you have it. I should have watched THIS video before I went out.
This ensures I will never get divorced because if I do my kids will be up all night eating donuts on nights with dad.
Apparently, corporate bonds and big muni bonds are still good.
I have felt like a jet pilot having to keep focus on the task at hand as missles are coming at me. Steady. I had to get some work that was on deadline as my sister Carole called, “Is it true?” She said with pain in her voice.
“yes, it is”. I had to hang up.
Word was leaked to the press that my husband’s famed restaurant is closing. ( Just today a wonderful look at Campanile by Jonathan Gold and it’s impact was published in the LA Times) It didn’t come out of the blue as he has been unable to secure a lease in years.
My stepson called from college that he heard about it from a text from a friend who had read about it.
Mark and his former wife Nancy Silverton started Campanile and La Brea Bakery more than 23 years ago. They were a smash hit. They had met at Spago and brought their collective talent to this project (after their divorce he bought her out and she went on to do other successful restaurants). La Bakery was sold in 2001. They also must leave the space.
I feel like I have been on a roller coaster of feelings. I’m trying to enjoy the place while it is here and express appreciation to the people who make it work. But, one day soon when I drive by it’s shuttered doors it’s going to be like looking at a corpse.
A continuing theme in Mom Lit is the search for self. Or the maintenance of it. Now doubt marriage and motherhood change you, as it should, but frankly, I don’t want it to change me THAT much.
The last couple of weeks I have a had more work, fun and hi jinx then the last couple of months. All good. All leading me back to smidge of the me I discovered back in The Greatest Decade, the ’90’s.” That I was the DaphMasterFlash. What does that mean? It means when I’m firing on all cylinders and things are coming together. My creativity is on and I was improvising, hosting, producing ( whatever my job at that moment) really well. It meant I when I use to set my cap for a guy and say, “you” and check please! It meant travelling to other countries and having the best adventures.
My producer Brian on my Discovery Show “Perfect Partner” knew of my alter ego, greater self and use to exhort me to exhibit it when we were in the midst of shooting one of our 81 shows in the field for that series.
“DMF it, DMF it” he would say so I could bring our dog and pony show to an end and we could move on to the next set up. Sometimes I would say, “I don’t have the DMF today.” I think I haven’t had much of the DMF for a couple of years. Or maybe it was put into a subtle survival mode. Surviving selling my home while pregnant and losing most of our net worth. Stuff like that.
A few months back the lovely Shannon Colleary included my Muffinlicious video in a post she wrote about body image. The post was picked up by Huffington Post and my Muffin top was seen by more more people than any of my body parts to this point in time. Including parts exposed while drunk in my ’20’s.
I reached out to Miss Shannon and happily did lunch with her. She is my food group. We talked about doing a video together. She is a sport. She showed up at my house and when I sprang the idea I had on her she committed like a Broadway thespian. I had the premise, the improv lines are all her.
So, what if there was a product that made your life much easier. This is what it might look like.
My husband was in Iowa recently for a one week going to meat school. When he returned he went right back to his busy schedule as a chef, and restaurant owner. I often feel like a single mom. But, that’s okay. I still get my emotional needs met.
Just in time for 4th of July and summertime, my contribution to the burger wars. Yeah, I’m back from Holland. I will post about that once I get over my jet lag, but in a nutshell, great trip and Rex was fine at home.
Here is a cooking vid my friend Michelle shot for me a billion years ago. Be wary of friends who move, they disappear for months! Thankfully, it has emerged and it gives an inkling of the great things my sister Carole use to cook for me when I was a wee one.
Forgive the shots of my dirty garage in the window. I’m firing that production designer! Like my hair? I know, I’m going to fire my hair and make up artist as well. The important thing is the taste of this yummy burger!! Husband Chef Mark Peel also adds his two cents.