I realize, as I usually do, that it has been quite some time since I last posted here. Since then I’ve moved to a different state, I’ve gained a job, left two jobs and in the end made a very marked career change.
For a while I was writing for an online syndication, but I just couldn’t bring myself to write articles on celebrity gossip. Good job being a celebrity, but I don’t care what you wore to the airport or whose hand you were holding last night at that new club opening. I do want you to keep bringing me entertainment, just don’t make me write about your personal life – I only want to read about it. Joke. Mostly. Continue reading “It’s the magical things.”
I am officially the mother of a preschool graduate. I have a whole lot of emotions about this (sadness, pride, joy), but I think the one that stands out the most is excitement. There are some parents that may dread summer break (maybe once my kids are older I’ll hit that point), but not me. Summer break means not having to wake up at the crack of dawn to get my tired preschooler ready and out the door 20 minutes late. Yeah, I said 20 minutes late.
Friday was a normal day off from school, but since my husband woke up with the girls, I’m counting it as day 1 of summer vacay. Yes, vacay; this break is turning me into a tween. I laid in bed until 11 AM. 11 AM, people! It. Was. Glorious. I have this beautiful vision of waking up at 10 every morning to the birds tweeting and my children singing love songs to me. I felt so great getting up. Then I realized how much my body hurt from the awkward position I laid in for so long. But, hey, that’s not bad – I was in bed until 11 AM. 11 AM; if I stop saying it, it’ll become more like a dream. Continue reading “Freedom! Sort of.”
Apparently, today is April Fool’s day. Am I the only person that never notices when that day is here? What I do know is that it’s a Wednesday. I know that we are exactly halfway through my 4 YO’s spring break. As I slam my 10 oz of It Works greens (that I’ve had ready to go since I made my morning coffee) at 10 at night, as my 4 YO is still randomly shouting from her bed for me (while trying to convince me that she is, in fact, sleeping) and I have only gotten to page 97 of my book’s corrected proof, I find that it is both bitter and sweet. It has been so nice to spend this time with her. To share in some firsts with her and give her special treatment – what kid on vacation doesn’t want special treatments and activities? Heck, I still want that when it’s the weekend. *Hey, hun, can I go sleep over at Tiffany’s? Her husband said it was okay!* *Followed by the most un-hide-able panicked face my husband has ever made.* I miss all that time I got to spend with her before she started school. It’s probably why I’m at her school so much. I just miss her.
Along with all that sweet is the bitter. All the work that I didn’t get done yet promised I would. See, on St. Patrick’s day (it’s only fitting since I am Irish – among other things, but I don’t claim them very often, if ever) my mom and I officially became Tate Publishing’s newest authors. I come from a food-oriented family and my mom is the best cook I know. We decided to write a cookbook to fill our gluten free diet. I couldn’t write the cookbook without her. We teamed up, and it took us 3.5 years to sign with a publishing company and an additional 6 months (so 4 years total) to get the manuscript into our publisher. That happened in September. We are currently in the final phase (of 5), approving the proof.
We got the second proof back on Friday. Yeah, that Friday. Continue reading “Nobody’s fool”
My 4 year old is having her very first spring break. At first I thought, “She’s 4, this time off from school won’t even phase her.” Honestly, I didn’t really think she’d notice. The unofficial day of spring break fell on a natural school free day – Friday. I had been fantasizing about that day all week. No waking up at 7 AM for a whole 10 days (turns out I wasn’t wrong there, it just didn’t happen the way I’d hoped), coffee can be had as soon as I get up and I’ll be able to drink it without interruption; it’s spring break – everyone, including the baby, is going to take the opportunity to sleep in and be well rested which will cause us all to relax and be nice and calm. On top of that, we’re going to get along so well that my 4 YO and I won’t fight or argue. She is just going to be so excited to be with me all day long that she will obey every rule and be perfectly behaved at every turn. I see the irony in that statement when I think of the last blog post I wrote. It’s not lost on me.
Turns out she did miss me. Missed me so much that she had an overwhelming urge to creep into my room, tapping me on the forehead whispering “mom,” in that non-quiet preschooler voice, until I woke up. “Mom, mom, MOM,” she loudly whispers. “Is it time to wake up yet?” I was disappointed at what I thought was being woken up at her typical 7:30; maybe it would take a couple of days to adjust to her sleep-in schedule. Bleary-eyed I looked over at the clock on my phone and saw that it was 5:25 AM. I’m sorry, 5:25 AM? I just wanted to shout, “Do you know how beautiful sleep is? How precious Spring Break is to school kids? 5:25???” Instead, I held back that irritation and said, “What? No! It’s 5:25 in the morning! Go back to sleep! This is just-I-it’s too early!” Okay, so maybe I didn’t hold back entirely, but c’mon! Continue reading “No vacations here.”