My baby is growing up.

It happened, my baby is growing up .... I drove my son to lacrosse, like I do every Monday night.  It's always the same routine.... I park, walk him in, give him a hug and then leave to go pick up my daughter from ballet.  Well, this Monday as I was looking for a parking spot he said "Mom, you can just drop me off at the door and I can go in myself" (and just then it felt like someone stuck a knife thru my heart).  I was speechless, but not wanting to ruin his confidence I smiled and went along with it.  I gave him his equipment and watched as my 1st born baby walked by himself into the building and into the room where his practice is.  Then I burst into tears.  I couldn't stop crying, and then a memory came to me and made me smile.  It was like the clouds parted and there were rainbows and butterflies and I was back 5 years ago in the parking lot at Ohev, the preschool my kiddies went to.  I remember the day like it was yesterday.  It was disgusting outside, we were just getting over a snowstorm so there was dirty, slushy snow everywhere and it was raining cats and dogs.  Torrential downpour doesn't even come close to explaining the horror.  My son was 2 & 1/2 and my daughter was about 8 months old.  She was still in the car seat carrier thing, and quickly outgrowing it.  It was so heavy to carry with an 8 month old in it but it was also much more convenient that taking her out of it and having to unbuckle and re-buckle, with her winter gear on.  Anyway, back to the story.  I always walked my son in, even though they offered a carline, he always asked for me to walk him in so I did.  On this particular day as I drove into the parking lot and saw just about every single car in the carline, because really who wants to be outside in that weather, I decided to pull into the carline and he would just have to deal with it for this one day.  He noticed immediately and asked why we were doing carline, I explained that it was very yucky out and it would be much easier (and drier) if we did the carline that day.  He was pretty quiet and I looked at him thru the rearview mirror and saw that he was trying hard to hold back tears.  I asked what was wrong and he said "I like when mommy walks me in and gives me a hug and kiss".  Well, of course, I pulled out of the carline and parked the car.  I took my daughter out, adjusted the canopy on her carrier thing and we walked my son inside.  On our way in, his teacher looked over at us, soaking wet, and said "Oh honey, you should have done the carline.  I would have taken him into class and made sure he was ok." (Best. Preschool. Ever!  I miss that place).  And my answer "One day he won't want me walking him in anymore and one day he may even ask me to drop him off around the corner, so I have to take what I can get now and walk him in while he still wants me to."  She smiled and said "yes, that is very true".  So back to me sobbing in the car, I looked back at all of those years we had walking in together.  I knew this day would come, and as much as I would love to always walk him in, hand in hand, I cherish the memories we made.  Now let's see if he reciprocates when I visit him at college and tell him 'I like when my son holds my hand and gives me hugs and kisses.'  Paybacks a bitch!  (Insert evil laugh).
xoxo

Mom, Interrupted

Last night, kids all over slept with their pj's inside out, flushed ice cubes down the toilet, did silly dances, and probably many more rituals that my kiddies aren't aware of yet.  All for the sake of a snow day.  And it worked!  My kids were so excited, they got to sleep in, play Wii, board games and spent quite a bit of time outside frolicking in the snow.  For me a snow day means an extra shot of whiskey espresso in my morning coffee and hiding in the bathroom periodically to check emails and watch a few minutes of GH here and there.  My kiddies have some sort of crazy magical power that lets them know the second I get on the phone or go anywhere near my laptop so they can run over and interrupt.  And even though I am often followed into the bathroom, it really is the safest place to hide.  I spent all morning with them playing games, anything they wanted, I even fed them.... twice!  Breakfast AND Lunch!  And then I helped them get dressed in their warm snow clothes and led then outside to play and frolic with their friends in the snow.  I then baked a cake while they were outside (ok it was a mix and really not that difficult to do, but still!)  So really, what is so wrong with me checking my email or taking a phone call every once in a while.  They run a tight ship, and I often have to wonder who is in charge around here.  Then there's my hubby, who swears he is the only one who didn't go into the office today.  He has been on "calls" all day, locked in the spare bedroom doing "work".  He is probably "working" on his fantasy football lineup or whatever it is you do with your fantasy football team.
Well, I better get going.  There are only so many times a day you can tell your kids you are doing #2 without them getting worried and calling the ambulance because they think you have food poising, and I don't want my cover blown (no pun intended)!
Stay Warm! xoxo

A Day at the Pharm.

I was looking forward to working this past weekend because I figured I'd get a lot of blogging material from a weekend at the pharm.  But it was a pretty slow weekend and nothing super exciting happened.  There were no enema mishaps, no one needed help with the insertion of vaginal suppositories (my 21 year old tech is surprisingly good at helping out with these problems.  And it always seems to be the same 4 girls from the college down the street.  Hmm, what's up with that?)  I have had some crazy stuff happen to me while working at the pharm, and one day I will tell you all about it, but not today, I have to take a nap soon before the kiddies get home from school... priorities, priorities, people.  I do enjoy this particular pharm, it's never a dull moment thanks to my co-workers who are a bunch a young good looking guys (get those dirty, perverted thoughts out of your head, yes I am talking to you Robbie).  They seem to like the finer things in life, like pearl necklaces and the Eiffel Tower, so we always have a ton to talk about!  I've learned some very important lessons from them, like what not to call your girlfriend when you are drunk, a gauge is used for things other than tires, and that sometimes three is not a crowd.  I often stop and think of my own babies and wonder what they will be like when they are 19, 21, and such.  I pray that they are nothing like these clowns.  Hahaha, kidding!  The youth of today are so different than when I was young.  I remember being at home, in my always clean and organized room, studying and watching PBS.   

(circa 1998)

I could usually be found at the library doing homework and research papers, and geometry was my middle name.  I think I should go dust off my diploma now, after I take that nap.  

xoxo

New Years Resolution... What is yours?

I had such a productive morning... I cleaned the whole house including the toilets, mopped the floors, unpacked some more boxes,  oops, sorry, I got carried away there and thought I was writing an email to my husband.  What I really did this morning was catch up on General Hospital (GH) and take a nap.  I am a champion napper, if I may say so myself.  But today it was much needed.  You see, there was a bus crash on GH and some of the people got hurt, one girl even died.  It was so sad and I cried throughout the whole episode and not just because Brenda wasn't on at all, but because of the crash... remember.  A nap was really the only way I would feel better and get my mind off of it.  Ok, but enough about me.

What is your New Years Resolution?  Mine is to be more crafty.  I went to A.C. Moore the other day.  Have you people been to that store?  It's amazing.  It's a crafty person's heaven!  I spent hours in there, it was so much fun and I left feeling more crafty than ever.  I bought a whole bunch of stuff, and can't wait to use it.  But, that was on Tuesday and it is still sitting in the A.C. Moore bag that I brought it home in and left in the living room.  I was reminded by a friend that simply buying the crafty stuff does not actually make one crafty, you must actually use the stuff that was purchased and make something with it.  Otherwise it's just called "shopping" and I was already really good at that.  So, I am making a promise to myself that on Monday, while the kids are in school, I will start my crafting journey.  I picked Monday because it is the start of a new week, diets usually start on Mondays (well, atleast mine always starts on a Monday) and new episodes of GH start on Monday and Gossip Girl is on Monday.... if it's good enough for Serena and Blair than by golly it is good enough for me.  Monday night I will post a pic of my progress.  Wish me luck :)
Well, it's almost time for the kiddies to get home from school.  I am shocked school wasn't cancelled today with all of this snow.  I must go take a quick power nap tidy up before they get here.  Until next time......

To Blog or Not To Blog.....

That is the question.  Seems like everyone has a blog these days, movie stars, make-up artists, moms, dads, photographers, the check out girl at Shop Rite, even the homeless man outside of Madison Square Garden (free wi fi, people!)  so I decided to jump on the bandwagon.  I have a lot to say and will peer pressure all of my friends and family to read this, so really, it's a win win for us all!  Make sure you "subscribe" so I don't hate you forever, you don't miss a thing!  I will have contests and be giving away free stuff every week. (Haha, really I won't be, but it seems like many blogs do so I thought I should throw that in there for good measure).  So I am off now, I think I spent enough time on this for one day.  I don't want to use up all my material on the first day.  Plus my kids will be home soon, and I need to whip up some dinner for them.  Oh and my husband too, he will probably want to be fed tonight as well.  The every other day idea didn't seem to go over as well as I had hoped.   Oh well, can't blame a girl for trying.  Until next time.......