Wednesday, November 20, 2013

10 Reasons Why I Love/Hate Winter

1. LOVE: Winter fashion.

HATE: No matter how desperate my attempt at keeping up with winter fashion, I ALWAYS manage to look and feel more like this...

2. LOVE: I have a valid excuse to spend my day in these...

HATE: My excuse is to prevent damage to our wood floors.

3. LOVE: The idea of this...

 HATE: How everyone seems so blissfully unaware that sledding leads to this...

And ultimately this.

4. LOVE: The view...

 HATE: ... From indoors. 

6. LOVE: That we have these kind folks around to clear the roads for us...

HATE: Asshole.

7. LOVE: Searching for and planning the PERFECT Pinterest-worthy Christmas tree!!!
YES! Let's get it!!!


8. LOVE: Holiday food...

HATE: The consequences of loving Holiday food.

 9. LOVE: How excited the kids are on snow day...

 HATE: That I can't join the kids in their excitement about snow day...

No matter how hard I try.

10. LOVE: Holiday shopping!

HATE: Holiday shopping.

And because most of these feelings are due to the fact that I'm a Northerner turned Southern girl at 8 years old and will ALWAYS be one at heart for the rest of my LIFE no matter HOW HARD I'm trying to adjust...      

I couldn't relate to this reaction more... 

Thursday, November 14, 2013

This Is 30

You know that moment when you realize you've hit rock bottom?

I had that moment last night.

Now, when I say "rock bottom", I'm not referring to my family life, my man, or my kids and all the good stuff and feelings that come along with that. In retrospect I'm almost positive I'll remember this time as one of the sweetest times of my life. STRESSFUL... draining... sometimes monotone... mostly chaotic... But sweet. Let me explain...

Last night I was cuddled up on the couch with the babe watching This Is 40.

As depressing as it was that I was able to relate so well to the life of a 40 year old as portrayed in this movie (I just turned 30.)... It sucked a little bit more noticing that this 40 year old couple are still a pretty cute and trendy couple in pretty good shape. (Minus the meatless boobs.) And here I am laying around in my loves NY Yankee crop neck shirt (which does nothing but make me look wider) and a pair of painted on grey yoga capris. (I don't do yoga.) I was already feeling a certain type of way [QUEEN OF FRUMP] about the fact that I have started digging into my babes drawers for clothes. But it's freezing out. There's nothing I wanna do in this cold...nowhere to go... nobody to do anything with so I've checked in a little early into my winter 'I don't give a f@%#' mode. Anyway... Halfway into the movie the hubs is tugging at the back of my capris..

OMG Jess really??? He says... Is this a lollipop?!

What? Where? What are you doing??

He rips the bright red lollipop off the back of my leg. 

We both broke out laughing. Except my laughter quickly turned into a laugh/cry because it was funny as shit wondering how long I had been walking around with a bright red lollipop stuck to the back of my leg but at the same time so incredibly SHAMEFUL.

This is a new level of pathetic for me... Dropping lollipop in a cup. 

I fought my laugh/cry turning into an uncontrollable sob. I was seriously mourning the loss of what I used to be. A girl obsessed with natural body scrubs, bangle bracelets and maintaining my French pedicure.  I had one night each week reserved for "beautifying" which involved all the routine stuff girls do but no one knows they actually make the effort to care about those things. I concerned myself with the size of my pores, face exercises and making sure blood circulates to the tip of my fingers cause it helps my nails grow. It's crazy to think I once gave damn about those things. Granted, when I cared about these things, I was still the mom of an 8 and 5 year old. I can't pull out the 'Mommy Card' to excuse this one... I'm using the "Floridian now residing in Connecticut & Also Mom of a Toddler Card".

I should have considered my all time low to be last week while I was shopping for party supplies and the gentleman in line in front of me had to clarify whether it was my "daughters or my GRANDDAUGHTERS birthday I'm celebrating?" WAT??!! Is he really asking ME that question??? I froze for a second from the initial shock... I smiled and did my best to hide my emotions as I answered him...

She's my daughter. I'm only 30.

I couldn't be too hard on myself though. My eyeliner from the night before had run down my face and I was exhausted from having been dragged to a concert in New York the night before with my oldest daughter. I had about 3 hours of sleep under my belt and it was too early after my coffee for the whole espresso part of it to have kicked in. Besides, judging by the look of humiliation on his wife's face when he initially asked that question... I'm sure he heard about it later. 

On the bright side... According to the movie, the happiest time in a persons life is between the ages of 40 and 60. Considering I had a head start at this whole MOM thing... I like to think my happiest years will be sometime between now and 50... Maybe 60. I would assume that part of being happy is having your shit together, taking better care of yourself, kids are a little older and more independent, and from having learned from experience that no one can care for you as well as YOU can. Prior to watching this movie, I read that a tip to becoming a better parent is to make YOURSELF [and your relationship] the #1 priority. In other words once I decide to put my needs before the needs and wants of the tribe and stop draining my energy with worrying about ALL the shit we want to do for them... It will only get better from here. I will only get better from here... right? I mean... RIGHT?! 

Well... I don't know that I'm able to make those adjustments just yet, but I def need to work on getting my sexy back. 

Wednesday, November 13, 2013

Our Baby is Two!

This past weekend was a special one. The little one officially crossed over from the somewhat in between baby/tot stage to full blown TODDLER. Which also means, when people now ask me her age I will no longer answer in months...

Kind stranger: Oh how adorable... How old is she???
Me: 22 months,18 days, 4 minutes & 56 seconds old.

Now it's simply: Two. Cause once they reach this magical age there's no need to specify how far into two they are. As far as everyone is concerned ANY kid at age 2 is in exactly the same stage as every other 2 year old they've encountered. Cause when you come across a two year old... you know it. That child at the mall rolling on the floor screaming bloody murder, kicking and flailing around wildly, noticeable traces of the bright red lollipop across his face [evidence of moms desperate attempt at bribery] as the sweetest looking of moms drags him off muttering death threats (not caring that she's in public)...

Ah, yes... he's two.

She reached this milestone complete with every symptom you would associate with the 'terrible twos' which includes the excessive use of her new fave word, 'NO!' Yet, I can't help being a little devastated at the thought that this is going to be my last go at the terrible twos. A few days prior to her birthday party, I drove around CT lost and sobbing at the realization. And it wasn't just any sobbing... it was like, that dramatic Spanish novela sobbing...

Coincidentally it was raining that day too.

For the record... she really isn't that 'terrible'. She's the second best two year old I've ever had. <3

And now to sharing Mayah's 2nd Birthday with ya'll!

As for my DIY projects:

I made these really cute tassels from pink, blue & yellow plastic table covers using this >>tutorial<< from Lilyshop...

And the idea for this adorable gumball necklace came from One Charming Party. You can find that tutorial >>here<<.

A birthday party as sweet as she is =] Get it? A candy theme cause you know...
She's SWEET! tee hee.

So. One down... 5 more birthdays, Thanksgiving and Christmas still to go! Wish us luck!

Tuesday, November 5, 2013

When It Rains It Pours...

I was trying super hard to stick to a schedule when it came to my blogging. After all... consistency is key. But since we've been CONSISTENTLY dealing with one crappy situation after the other... I haven't been so consistent.

I recently expressed my gratefulness on the realization that sometimes we need to face the unexpected challenges that come our way in order to really appreciate the little things that we normally take for granted. That's great and I appreciate it and all but as of this very moment...

WHAT THA F%#@!!!???

This time of year is stressful for most everybody with the holidays and the turkey cookin' and the agonizing over weight gain on top of the frustration of finding the one bulb that's not working on a string of 200... Inlaws. (Not referring to mine, of course.) But in this house... Halloween marks the first day of nonstop planning, prepping, cooking, baking, penny pinching, last minute errand running, second guessing, self doubting, stressing, and convincing ourselves we're doing the best we can. 

Speaking of Halloween... here's a little look at our night...

 Our little fairy princess.
 The whole gang in their disguises.
The girls keeping up with Dad.
Jesus & His disciples (Insider)

The kids did great and had good time. The doors they knocked on were answered by some super sweet inhabitants. The littlest one got the hang of trick or treating after the first house. And we decided after walking what seemed half of Connecticut looking for lit porches and getting a total of about five mini candy bars... We might just buy our own candy next year and do our own Halloween party. I mean... we have enough kids to make a party out of it.

Great, but damn near candyless Halloween aside... My focus has been distracted from birthday and holiday preparation to address the never ending crap that keeps getting thrown our direction. Crap all of which could be better dealt with during the spring or summer but nothing ever breaks down when you have nothing to do. But then again... there's never not anything that doesn't need to be done around here.

So getting back to that whole WHAT THA F%#@!!!??? part... After my window was busted in by the weed whacking city worker and the pebble... A week or so later we found ourselves sitting in the E.R. waiting on a diagnoses for the little one. She's now being treated for pneumonia. Thank God, she's much, much better now.

A day or two later... The brakes on the van totally gave out and had to be addressed right away. On that same day, a family friend was in my kitchen replacing a huge chunk of our kitchen wall in order to correct a massive crack that kept spreading across the wall. Which considering I'm supposed to be entertaining in the next week... now left us with the added task of painting the dang kitchen. (Which the babe is doing now.) The change of seasons and growing children also calls for an entirely new wardrobe for 4 out of 6 kids which means Santa will be cashing in on his Kohls bucks this Christmas this year. ::Burning our Toys R Us catalog:: 

Soon as the brakes were fixed... our refrigerator decides it no longer wants to refrigerate. Our Sunday consisted of refrigerator shopping on Craigslist and jumping at the first available option. Soon there after our apartment and two refrigerators were completely taken apart, dragged and rebuilt in their new homes. Now that we're happy with our semi-new refrigerator... 2 tires need replacing on the babes car. And I think my scale is lying to me again... I hope

::Kicking my scale away:: Bitch.

Yet, no matter how shitty things get... I always try to keep in mind that there are others who are going through much worse. I still have more reasons to smile than I do not to. Granted... with each hurdle... that's getting harder to do. 

David and I sat across the table from each other after dinner... both looking a little more worn out than usual but enjoying our conversation despite the shitty luck we were discussing. He pointed out that some of things that are happening or breaking down were things that had probably been screaming out for attention for some time. Things that are now getting done.