When my husband and I went to see The Sixth Sense in the theater, we were warned that we should expect A GAME-CHANGING TWIST! While I sat down with my bag of popcorn bigger than my face and wondered why the young Mischa Barton needed to vomit so much in the movie, my husband had been thinking about the game-changing twist. And around the time that Mischa Barton was vomiting, he turned to me and said this:
Last night I was getting ready to go out with friends — it was the end of a really long weekend filled with friends and family and fun. I was in the bathroom putting on my face and fretting over a necklace choice.
"Mama?" said my youngest daughter, who is newly nine. "Don't spend too much time picking a necklace or makeup. You are so beautiful even when you just wear your jammies and no makeup at all."
I work from home. As with most job situations, it comes with both goods and not-so-goods. The goods include — but are not limited to — being home and completely available for my kids, being able to eat cold Chinese food from the container standing over my kitchen counter, and not having to get dressed. The not-so-goods include — but are not limited to — being home and completely available for my kids, being gross and eating cold leftovers instead of a proper lunch, and not getting dressed.
Family life sure has changed since the Leave It To Beaver days. The days where Dad kissed his family on his way to the office while Mom stayed at home, cleaned, helped the children with homework, and had a full home-cooked meal ready for when Dad walked through the door (and probably a pipe and a paper in the drawing room before bed!). I bet you Ward Cleaver never once changed The Beaver's diapers.
When I went to overnight camp, we wrote letters home three times a week. For my parents, this was their only form of communication with me. I was gone for four weeks each summer (sometimes eight!) and my mom would have to sit and wait by the mailbox for any hints, signs, news from camp. She didn’t know what my friends looked like, if I was wearing clean clothes, or if I was even wearing a smile.
Now, it’s much easier to {stalk your kids and} get a sense of what your kids are doing at camp.
There is a photo hanging in my mother’s house. It was the very last photo taken on May 13th, 1990, the day I was Bat Mitzvah-ed in an old once-Church of Scientology in Milwaukee, Wisconsin.
I was tired, irritated, annoyed, done.
I loathe this photo. Every time I pass it in the hallway, I cluck my tongue and utter an under-my-breath comment.
I don't know about you, but I find buying gifts for men to be a wee bit stressful. If the dad in your life is anything like the one in mine, he tends to buy the things he really wants — just last week he went out and bought himself a beer-making kit. No really. He did.
They were a great change, they were fun, but now you are over them, but you keep going for trims (or—gasp!—you are trimming them yourself) because the thought of growing out your bangs seems daunting and intimidating. (See also: annoying.)
So yes. In addition to having to live though the live version of our very own ETERNAL WINTER this year, it has been Frozen all the time around here. The movie, the soundtrack, the YouTube singalong videos, and the covers. The covers!
Well, we can pretend that I was raised by my dad and stepmom and mom and stepdad and grandparents and nannies, depending on the day, but in all reality, it was the television that turned me into the ever-quoting, boob-tube addict you see before you.
I am girl who doesn't like chocolate or flowers or most jewelery.
Yes, it's true. No chocolate.
But, I'm also a girl who is easy to please, mostly because I adore practical gifts. You want to buy me a vacuum cleaner? Go for it! A coffee maker? Yes please. Lights and umbrellas for my photography studio? Nods head in giddy anticipation.
I love awards season, and it's no secret that the red carpet is my most favorite part, although if I'm being honest here, it's extremely possible that I loved the tag team duo of Amy Poehler (who won for Parks and Recreation—YAY!) and Tina Fey even more. Their monologue alone was a little piece of perfection.
(Way better than Elisabeth Moss giving the finger on the nail cam, which I personally found kind of in poor taste)