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#TBT: Fairy Godmother, I have a bone to pick with you


Happy Throwback Thursday everyone!! The following was one of my first posts from back in March 2012. Sadly, it still rings true today (lol).

Thanks for reading and have a good day :)


Originally posted on mommy&everything:

Happy Throwback Thursday everyone!! The following was one of my first posts from back in March 2012. Sadly, it still rings true today (lol).

Thanks for reading and have a good day :)

Dear Fairy Godmother,

It occurred to me today that you and I are suffering from a lack of communication. When I told you years ago that I wanted to be Cinderella when I grew up, I was referring to the Cinderella post-Prince Charming. The one who met a Prince at a ball, fell in love,  had a fairytale wedding and then lived happily ever after in a grand castle with a little princess and prince. Not the Cinderella who works all day, cooks and cleans up after everyone and has to deal with an evil X (substitute mother-in-law, boss, neighbor etc).

I am grateful and truly appreciative of the wishes that you did grant. Meeting my “prince” on a blind date in Hoboken. Falling in love and getting married (our wedding wasnt as fairytale as Kate but…

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Chapter 2

Happy Monday to everyone out there in the great blogosphere! The Garden State is adapting to daylight savings time AND a drastic change in temperature with temps close to 50 degrees today –  having survived below zero temps for most of February 50 degrees will basically feel like July.

Last week I brushed the dust off my blog and attempted a comeback via Blogging 101 which is going a little slower than I had anticipated.

I had visions of jumping back into blogging at full force, cranking out witty and engaging posts daily and now here we are at day 7 and I published ONE post.

Well it’s a new week and I have a plan. In one of my past blogging blocks, I had read an idea about reading over older, unpublished posts that may have gotten lost in your drafts.

Good idea right?

I thought so too and earlier I glanced at my drafts and found this just sitting there. I have no idea why it was never finished but today is as good a day as any right?

Plus this post talks about me getting a new job and tomorrow will be my 1-year anniversary at that new job. It’s fate right? (lol)

So without further ado, I give you “Chapter 2”

ps – Rather than finish this post, I thought it would be fun to do a  “where is she now” ending.

The post you are about to read was drafted in March 2014

Happy Tuesday Wednesday everyone can you believe it’s March already??!! Heck, I just heard on the radio that this weekend is Daylight Savings Time??!!!

A couple of minutes ago, it hit me that I have blogged for 2 years – where did that time go!

I know it sounds cliché but it seems like yesterday that I was sitting at my kitchen table terrified to  hit “publish” on my first post.

A lot has happened and changed over the past 2 years. Really good stuff, really bad stuff and everything in between – such is life right?

To date, I have published close to 180 posts and probably a quarter of them have been me whining about my career/mid-life/unhappiness/unfulfillment.

Let me apologize now.

I’ve heard all the clichés You have to take life by the horns….nothing in life is free….Go after what you want…Anything worth having is worth working for.

Let me also not forget all the inspirational (and sometimes annoying) Facebook quotes about getting what you want and being a strong woman yada yada yada.

While I agree with those sayings – heck, I have even shared and re-posted them on my Facebook timeline – saying it and actually doing it are 2 VERY different things especially if you are in a 13-year comfort zone.

Well it wasn’t easy, it took a lot of pushing, baby steps and some tough love BUT I am happy to say that I DID IT – I GOT A NEW JOB!

Sure in the grand scheme of things, getting a new job is not that big of a deal. People change jobs and careers all the time, it’s the way the world works. However, for me this was a HUGE thing.

I have been at my current job for 13 years…THIRTEEN YEARS! That’s a lifetime in this day in age.

In November 2000, we had entered a new millennium, survived Y2K, had and Facebook did not exist – can you even imagine or remember what that was like? There was no social media, in fact I don’t think that phrase was even coined yet. There were no smart phones, iPads, Androids and apps.

Google was not part of our everyday language and the Twin Towers were still standing at Ground Zero.

There I was newly wed and living in an apartment in Central New Jersey trying my best to find a good bagel store (they don’t exist). Never did I dream that 13 years later I would be working at the same job with 4 boys and a bunch of gray hair!

Back then I was extremely shy (yes I really really was shy) and my face would turn a 100 shades of red if someone dared to speak to me in a public setting…..

Not sure why I never completed that post, it had so much potential. As I read through it I was a little sad, I had forgotten how easy it used to be for me to just write.

I remember how i felt writing that, I was so optimistic and excited to start my new adventure. It was life-changing and I thought for sure it was “my time” to shine – cliché I know.

March 10, 2015 will mark one year since I started my new job.

It has been a mix of good, bad and what-the-hell-was-I-thinking days.

Overall it has been a good learning experience. Change is good and there is a reason it exists. We can’t grow and evolve if we stay in our  “comfort zone” year after year.

Am I 100% happy and fulfilled in the job of my dreams? Hell no! But at least it’s a start. Fingers crossed there is something awesome lurking on the horizon.

Thanks for reading :)

ps – I am not at 184 posts and 3 years of blogging :0

Blogging 101

Wow, I can not believe it has been a year since my last blog post (gasp!!)!!

How can that be?

Back in the good ‘old days of 2012-13 I was blogging almost daily. I had an intimate following and looked forward to my blogging time. It was my alone time, a time when I would block the world out and write about something that was on my mind.

The more I blogged the more comfortable I became sharing my stories, thoughts or anecdotes. While I won’t kid myself into believing my blogs were “works or art” or “profound pieces of blogging literature” (well…at least not all of them), they were honest, sincere and more importantly mine.

Everyday blog ideas would pop in my head as I drove to work, got the kids ready for school or just went about my day. On a really good day, I would start “writing” the blog way before I got in front of my computer – the words forming in my head almost effortlessly.

Then one day I couldn’t think of anything to say. Meh, it’s just writer’s block, I told myself. It’ll pass, give yourself a day or 2 to regroup.

The days turned into weeks, months and now a year!! Yikes what happened?

Over the last year there have been times when I would drive to work and an idea would pop into my head, however, when I got to work I couldn’t get the words out.

I started to worry too much about everything – would people like it? would it be funny enough? relevant enough? popular enough?

Before long I was comparing myself to other bloggers and doubting every thought that came into my head. My blog isn’t smart like Blog Y or Freshly Pressed like X Blog.

Friends and family members would always ask me why aren’t you blogging anymore? where is your blog, it always made me laugh? when will you blog again??

I never had a good answer for them and always felt a little sad after I would give them a lame excuse.

Then last week I was at a happy hour with old co-workers when someone said Hey, what happened to your blogs, you were good at them…I read them all the time.

A day or 2 later I got the email about Blogging 101 and I took it as a sign from the Blogging Gods that I was supposed to come back and write so against my better judgment I signed up.

When I read today’s assignment who am I and why I’m here it made me feel sick. What the hell was I thinking that I could go back to blogging. No one cares what I have to say. What the heck am I supposed to say?

Then I started to read the intros of the other Blogging 101 folks and the panic really started to set in. Geez, those people all have something good to share. Look at how many already wrote a post!

Finally I took a deep breath, got off the couch and dug the laptop out. It had been SO long, I could barely remember how to login to WordPress. My hands shook a little when I hit the new post button but now here I am 546 words later woo hoo!!

This is surely not my best blog but it is a start – it’s all about the baby steps after all.

Lastly, I am making myself a promise in front of you my friends in the great Blogosphere, from this point forward I will blog for me.

I will stop worrying about what others think or what other bloggers are doing and just blog for the sake of blogging – because it makes me happy and feel good about myself.

Thank you for reading. I can’t wait for tomorrow’s assignment :)

Say Cheese!!

Back in the day when I was a newbie mom,  I always made sure that the boys had professional pictures taken. When the twins were babies, I did the obligatory photos at 3, 6, and 12 months old.

I would spend hours planning the “perfect” outfits making sure everything down to their socks matched. The day of the photos I would give myself a heart attack worrying how the boys would, or more likely would not, behave.

It was always a disaster with someone (usually me) leaving in tears.

The years went on, more kids arrived and soon anytime I had to think about professional pictures was long gone! Besides, I had an iPhone so if there was anything I was NOT lacking in, it was photos of my kids – ask anyone who follows me on Facebook or Instagram.

Life went on.

Then this past fall I had an idea. The boys are older, they sorta listen and I have no pictures of them all together looking “happy” let’s take them to have pictures taken!!!!!! (no I was not drinking when this idea popped into my head).

I booked the appointment for a Sunday in October and tried to block it out of my head – not a hard thing to do with 4 crazy boys, school, soccer and work. My mom and the husband thought I was totally insane.

Why would you do this to yourself? You know that you will be disappointed when no one listens? Well if you are going to do it…just prepare yourself for the worst.

Those were just a few of the little pick-me-ups that were offered in the days leading up to picture day.

Before I knew it, it was the day before the pictures and I had NOTHING ready. In my mind I assumed it would rain and the pictures would be canceled since we had planned to take them outside at a college campus.

Well what is the saying about assuming???

Yeah, here is was Saturday night and the weather forecast for Sunday was going to be warm and sunny – YIKES!

Off to the mall I went to try to find 4 perfect “look at what I just threw together don’t my sons look amazing like they just stepped out of a Ralph Lauren print-ad” outfits.

Needless to say I struck out at every store I went to. Why can you NEVER find something when you really need it?????

Somehow I was able to buy a white button-down for L and a pair of jeans for J. On the ride home from the mall I crossed my fingers and said a silent prayer that the twins had something decent (and clean) to wear in their closet.

Sunday morning I woke up, saw the sun and listened to the boys downstairs screaming and fighting over nothing. I

Immediately began to panic OMG….am I out of my fn mind taking these kids out in public to have their pictures taken????!!!!!!

I went downstairs to make coffee and the husband was checking his phone. Ya ready for today? he asked with a huge smirk.  Good luck he said laced with sarcasm as the twins started crying because the 3yo was yelling at them and chasing them with a pirate sword.

All morning I prepped bribed and threatened the boys. What? Don’t judge.

Hey, I had a lot riding on this and I didn’t want M crying about his hair or J screaming he wanted to go home to ruin the experience AND I deserved at least 1 nice picture of my boys all together god dammit!

The car ride was good, I played some Kidz Bop cd and kept the kids talking and happy. We pulled up to the college and saw Mr. D waiting for us. I took a deep breath before opening the van doors and letting the monsters out.

Mr. D made the boys line up and handed gave them “the rules” for the day. Everything they listened they would get a blue marble. At the end of the day, each boys could turn in his marbles for a prize bag AND candy!

Never have I seen the boys smile so big for a total stranger as they followed him (walking single file) down the path on campus.

It’s going to be fine, stop worrying he told me as he posed them on the steps of a building.

Here is a small sampling of what the boys said that day (please picture it said in a whiney/annoying voice):

L stop touching me! Mom, L is sitting too close to me! Ewwww J’s leg is touching mine and I don’t like it! Mom..there are people looking at us.  Mommy…can I have a lollipop? NO I WANT A RED LOLLIPOP this is blue!! Hey look over there…it’s a huge pile of leaves!!!!! I don’t want to smile. I am tired, can we go home? Mom, can I play with your phone? Why does J get to play with your phone and I can’t. Why do you hate me? My mouth hurts, I can’t smile anymore. Can I go play in the leaves? Mom? Mom? Mommy?? Can we play in the leaves? Hey J I bet you can’t catch me!!!!!

At the end of the photo shoot, I was completely drained. A few hours trying to get 4 boys to smile, stay clean and look happy will do that to a grown woman.

Mr. D has assured me that we had at least 1 great shot – and that wrangling 4 kids was WAY harder than he had anticipated (lol).

On the car ride home as the boys played with their prize bags – that contained containers of slime that made fart-like noises when they squished it with their fingers – and congratulated myself on surviving.

A couple of days later the proofs arrived in my in-box. I was a nervous wreck opening the attachment. I had no idea how the pictures had come out and if the boys even managed to smile for one.

The minute I saw the pictures my eyes welled up with tears…the pictures were beautiful!! OMG how my babies have grown up.

Mr. D made me a special mosaic picture which I attached below, it’s my favorite! (his work is absolutely AMAZING!).

Thanks for reading :)

ps – Thank you Mr. D!!

Me and The Boys

Me and The Boys

On the good ship lollipop…

The older I get,  the more it amazes me how I can remember every detail about something that happened in 1975 but can’t for the life of me remember where I put the twins’ Valentine’s Day card list.

Case in point….

This morning I read that the legendary actress, turned politician and diplomat, Shirley Temple Black had died at the age of 85.

Sitting on my bed, listening to L and J kill each other over a cardboard box (the screaming was still below the intervention level so technically this was my “alone time”) I had a flashback to being about 3 or 4 years old, sitting in the living room of my grandparents’ house on Chestnut Street.

I was watching tv on the floor in front of the coffee table. On the coffee table has a lace doily in the center and some random knick-knacks on top.

In my mind I am wearing a pretty pale pink dress with ruffles and black patent leather shoes – there is no way in hell this is accurate but it sounds WAY better than the shorts and t-shirt with apple juice spilled down the front that I was probably wearing.

The tv was on channel 5 or 11 but I can’t remember what the show was. I do, however, remember a commercial that came on for a Shirley Temple record album and I was completely mesmerized!

She was SO pretty with a big bow in her curly hair (my mom was not able to appreciate my curls back then so my hair was usually cut short and boy-like) and a pretty dress. She was tap dancing up and down a stair case and singing.

My two aunts were in the kitchen with Grandma and I yelled for them to hurry up and come in the living room.

Look, look! I yelled pointing to the tv. You HAVE to buy me this record PLEASE???????!!!!!!!!

My aunts looked at each other and then at me and said Sure, we’ll buy it for you. We just have to order it over the phone.

The happiness and excitement I felt was insane!!! I could not believe my aunts would really buy me that record. Soon I would be singing and tap dancing all over the house – I assumed just owning the record would give me the talent to sing and dance.

Afterwards, I remember my aunts taking me for a walk on Park Avenue (Rutherford, NJ not NYC) and I skipped along asking WHEN my record would get to my house.

Soon was all they would say.

Needless to say, it is now 2014 and I am STILL waiting for that damn record to show up on my front porch. Yes, my aunts lied to me. Imagine that?!

Looking back,  it’s funny to think about how naïve and gullible I was to even dream they would but me that record album! Luckily they made up for it over the years (lol).

LOL….so that is my Shirley Temple memory may she rest in peace.

Thanks for reading :)

Random Monday Thoughts

Hello and Happy Monday!

Let’s just jump into some Random Monday Thoughts shall we???

1) My new favorite app

As my family and friends will tell you (especially my mom) I spend a LOT of time on my iPhone. It’s an addiction really. If my phone is not near me at all times (this includes when I am sleeping) I begin experiencing withdrawal symptoms (lol). I can not tell you how many times the boys and I are all set to leave the house when I frantically call out WAIT…I can’t find my phone!!

If I am not checking my email or texting chances are I am on Facebook, reading some random article about a celebrity or looking at pictures on Instagram.

Anyway, since I am always on my phone, I am very particular about what wallpaper I use for my home AND lock screen. Up until a few weeks ago, the only wallpaper I ever used were pictures of the kids. It just seemed like a natural thing to do…. that was until I was introduced to the “Cuptakes” app.

“Cuptakes”, by Finely InTouch LLC,  is described as “wallpapers for the girly girls” and that is exactly what it is. There are over 350 custom wallpaper designs that to choose from. This app has it all, prints, toile, mixed patterns, glitter, bows and you should see the selection for Valentine’s Day – too cute!!

I am sure I am NOT the demographic Finely InTouch LLC was hoping to attract (40-something mom of 4 boy)  but I don’t care, I love it! Anytime I need a quick pick-me-up I  browse the app and find a happy looking wallpaper and add it to my phone.

It’s the little things in life after all right?? (lol).

2) My forgotten love…

I was browsing “My List” on Netflix the other night and decided to catch up on Don Draper and the guys at Sterling Draper Price etc otherwise known as Mad Men.

I was hesitant at first, it’s been a good year since I watched Don and the boys and I wasn’t sure if I would be able to get back into the series. Suppose Don had lost his charm or Bette became likeable??? Then what would I do??

Those fears were quickly put to rest after watching the opening credits and being transported back into the 1960s world of advertising.

Don was as handsome as ever, although his wife Megan annoyed the crap out of me, and I was SO happy to be back in his world. This was especially true when Roger Sterling appeared in a scene.

OMG I had forgotten how much I LOVE Roger Sterling (i.e. John Slattery). He is SOOOOOOOOOOO handsome!! I don’t know, if it’s the white hair or his biting sense of humor but whatever it is I love him.

Sure Roger has some faults – alcoholism, adultery, narcissism – but really who among us does not have a fault or 2 right??

Btw…for those of you who know about my love for George Clooney, did you know that John Slattery is married to actress Talia Balsam in real life (Mona on Mad Men) who is the ex-wife of George Clooney.

3) Thank god for little things

Last week I came across a bunch of old pictures of me and my brother. It was funny to see how ridiculous my mother dressed us and how much me and my youngest son L resemble each other.

One of the pictures was from my senior prom circa May 1990. My prom story is an interesting one that you can read about here.

To make a long story short, it was the week of prom and I had no date! A friend of mine fixed me up at the absolute last-minute with her friend Fred the Mailman (he was also 21).  Fred and I met 2 days before prom and he was such a good sport about the whole thing.

Ours was a short-lived romance (probably 8 hours total) but it made for a great memory and story over the years.

After looking at this prom picture, however, I now see that Fred should have been given an award (or at least booze) for taking me to prom!

That poor guy!! What must have gone through his head when this big haired girl (with even bigger eyebrows) came knocking on his window on a rainy Friday night in May????

LOL!!!!!!!!! I have stared at the picture all afternoon and don’t know what is worse, the hair or eyebrows???

Ugh!! THANK GOD I have since met and formed a forever friendship with Tweezerman.

Thanks for reading. Have a good week :)

Fred and My Eyebrows go to prom

Fred and My Eyebrows go to prom

Random Thoughts…

Happy hump day friends (some snowed in) in the great blogosphere. It’s another snowy/icy day in the beautiful Garden State. The twins had a 90-minute delay this morning and both J & L’s schools were closed AGAIN.

Luckily for me my new nanny Wawa (i.e. my mom) is home with the kids and I am sitting all warm and quiet in my cubicle at work. It’s jeans’ day (a rarity here) and they gave us free lunch so YAY ME!

It’s been awhile so I thought I would “treat” everyone to some Random Thoughts:

1) What to watch?
I can’t remember if I told  you or not but back in the summer I got a Netflix subscription. It is THE best $8 a month that I spend!!

For months I would count down the minutes till the boys went to sleep before I could escape to my room with my iPad to binge watch Scandal, Orange is the New Black, House of Cards and Sons of Anarchy.

Olivia, Jax, Frank and Crazy Eyes were my new “friends” and I couldn’t wait to see what they were up to. I would talk about them with friends at work and Mrs. Jeter like they were real people.

Things like Huck is in a box???!!! OMG Jax cut his hair!!!! and  NOT OPIE???!!!! were uttered as much as Hey how are you?

As with all good things, however, my binge watching has come to an end. You see….I have caught up on everything (gasp!).

Sad right??

I have no idea what to do with myself now at night. I read some books (LOVED The Interestings and Me Before You) but now what???

House of Cards starts next week but I need a series with some history and at least 4 seasons to keep me going. Whatdaya think…should I try “The Walking Dead” or “Justified” or maybe “The Following” ?

Help me my blog friends. Please don’t let my binge watching addiction end this way. Any suggestions are appreciated!

2) Winter

I don’t hate winter. In face, there are some things I really like about the winter.

First, I LOVE covering up and hiding my extra 5-10lbs under layers of clothes. You just can’t hide your muffin-top nearly as well in a t-shirts and shorts as you can with a HUGE open cardigan over a pair of skinny jeans and a puffy coat.

Second, winter means I get to break out the tights and boots. Come on admit it…how happy were you when you first saw Kate break out the tights on some of her official royal outings?

Third, and this will be controversial, I like that it gets dark early.

Wait…before you yell and tell me how great it is to be able to hike and be outdoors at 8pm let me explain.

You see, I have 4 boys and one of my favorite times of day is bedtime (if you were ever at my home between the hours of 4-7pm you would understand).

It is 110 times easier to get the kids to sleep in the winter than it is in summer. What kid wants to go to bed when it is sunny out in July?? However, 7pm in January and BAM! Piece of cake.

However, I do have a gripe with winter. It seems like every January I get into a rut.

Maybe it is cabin fever from the polar vortex, my lapse of binge watching on Netflix  or the lack of sunlight in general – is it me or does it always seem more grey in January?

I don’t know what the cause is but I can feel the rut coming on strong.

Well I guess I better quickly find a show to watch, take some vitamin D and hope, despite the groundhog’s prediction last Sunday, that spring comes sooner than later.

3) My Facebook video was dumb

So I am sure you have seen that Facebook turned 10 and to celebrate Mark and the gang gave us the chance to make a highlight video of our time on Facebook.

All day yesterday I watched as friends posted their videos and couldn’t wait to do mine. I waited until I was alone (i.e. locked in the bathroom) and clicked on the link and patiently waited the 5 or so seconds until my video was complete.

The music started and I was ready. OMG I hope I don’t cry, I thought as a 2008 baby picture of my fat, little buddha baby appeared and then…..


I have hundreds of pictures on Facebook. Pictures of the kids, my family and me. Places we have gone and memories we have made. Yet my highlight video was THE most random photo montage ever.

I even tried to make another one to see Facebook would pick better pictures (it didn’t). Oh well I guess you win some and lose some right?

In the hopes of not sounding like a total Debbie Downer Happy 10th Anniversary Facebook!!! Hopefully next time my video will make me cry tears of joy.

Thanks for reading everyone. Have a good night :)

**I just watched my video again and ok…it was pretty cute. I am sorry Mark and Facebook!! Thanks for the video!!

The Chickens and the Bees

As some of you know, my twins are in 1st grade. It was a bumpy journey in the beginning, going from 1/2 day kindergarten to full-day, first grade.

Much to the boys’ surprise, they were expected to do school work all day – oh the horror!

Almost daily I hear Mom….do I have to go to school AGAIN?? I just went, WHY do I have to go everyday? It’s the SAME thing everyday…math, math, math!

One of our biggest challenges has been the daily reading requirement. WE are supposed to read together 20 minutes a night and learn roughly 400 sight words.

Piece of cake I thought in September!

I love to read, surely one or both of the twins will also enjoy it. Visions of us browsing Barnes & Noble filled my head. Heck, I even imagined us reading the Harry Potter series together – this would be win-win because we would fulfill the reading requirement AND make a memory.

Sadly, it didn’t take very long for my dream to be squashed by my offspring.  Everynight when I say boys…it’s time to read and I get OH NO AGAIN??!! We just read last night!

This week, through the grace of God, the twins’ advanced to Level 2 books.  This is sort of a Catch-22 for me. On the one hand, I am thrilled that they are progressing and able to read books that do not rhyme every other word.

On the other hand, Level 2 books are longer and it takes FOREVER for them (especially J) to finish.

Did I mention that J reads only 1-word at a time which can cause a tired Mom to maybe fall asleep halfway through “Ruby Bridges goes to School”.

Last night the boys and I arranged ourselves on my bed and I pulled out the book J picked from his blue reading folder.  Tonight we will be reading (drum roll) “The life cycle of a chick”.

WTF? Who the heck wants to read a book about a chick??!!

M looked at the book and immediately asked Can I go wait in my bed for J to finish? (that’s my boy!)

J…did you just pick this off the shelf or did you look at it beforehand? I asked trying to hide my dismay.

No..I looked..can I start now? was his reply.

And so he began to read about hens and roosters, the many breeds of chickens in the world (there are hundreds in case you were curious) and lastly how hens lay eggs that turn into chicks.

Obviously this brought on a discussion about where eggs come from, how come the eggs we eat don’t have chicks in them and do ALL eggs come from chickens or does someone make them?

Somehow I got J back on track and he continued reading about how an egg is fertilized by a rooster and all the different stages of the chick before it is hatched accompanied by pictures.

EWWWWW that is so gross Mom!!! J look at that, yuck I don’t even want to look at that again said M.

M it looks like an alien in this picture look! shouted J.

Finally we got past that chapter and moved on to chicks getting their  yellow “down” and how old they are when they first grow feathers.

Whew…I managed to stay awake, I thought to myself. Ok boys, let’s get ready for bed.

Mommy? I have a question M said before getting up.

M’s question resulted in the following exchange:

Me: Sure, what is it?

M: Well…where do babies come from?

Me: (Jesus Christ is he kidding me??) Ummm in their mommy’s belly, you know that.

M: No I mean, how do they grow in the mom’s belly? How do they fit?

Me: Well they start off small and then grow and grow until they are born.

M: How small?

Me: I don’t know, very small.

M: Small like an ant small?

Me (baffled and thinking back to my ultrasound pictures): Sure, that’s about right.

Now J chimes in still holding the chicken book

Look M….this is how tiny he says pointing to the picture of the fertilized egg in the book.

M: Mommy, I am really confused, I just don’t get how the baby gets in the belly. Does it just appear??

Me (not quite sure I am ready to explain a sperm and egg scenario): Hey, look it’s after 8pm and you guys have school tomorrow. You better hurry up and put your jammies on!

M (uttering to himself): This is really confusing, I hope there is a book out there that will explain this to me.

And that is how I survived my first “the birds and the bees” conversation.

Thanks for reading and have a good day!

Not quite ready for this conversation

Not quite ready for this conversation

How can these babies want to know where babies come from?????!!!

How can these babies want to know where babies come from?????!!!

Snow Painting

The weather in Central New Jersey the past couple of weeks has made me think about packing up and running away to a warmer climate.  I am a much happier person when it is in the high 70s with little to no humidity.

2014 has brought us snow and frigid temps (sometimes dipping below zero) all the result of some “polar vortex”.

Combine that with the dreariness of January and 4 housebound kids and I for one will be cheering on Punxsutawney Phil come February 2nd.

Last Saturday the boys and I were trapped at home (the battery died in the mini-van) and the “natives were getting restless”. Everyone was sick of each other, “bored” with their new toys from Santa and DID NOT WANT TO WATCH TV.

With 5 more hours until bedtime and a war brewing over a game of Candyland I knew what I had to do.

It was time for…..SNOW.

Hey…do you guys want to go play outside in the snow? I asked with mock enthusiasm.

What snow…you mean the real snow? said the 4yo.

Yes the real snow outside…won’t it be fun??

I guess…can you give me a couple of minutes? one of the twins asked I really want to finish my game.

I HATE the snow.

Yes, it looks pretty when it is freshly fallen (not when it is piled up and black on the side of the road) and nothing is cuter than a newly built snowman.

However, it is also cold and wet AND I have to dress FOUR boys in snow clothes before we can even make our way down the stairs to find boots and gloves.

Dressing 4 kids to go play in the snow is probably the equivalent to getting a tooth pulled sans Novocaine.

First I have to gather them in one room. Next comes adding layers of warm clothing amid the complaints of I don’t wanna wear this sweatshirt, it’s too small. Can’t we just go outside already, I don’t want to wait for (insert brother’s name)! MOM…where are my snowpants?

After what seemed like an eternity, me and my crew began to head downstairs for boots and gloves.

Damn Lands End for only having black boots on sale last season! All 8 boots look exactly the same size!!!

Finally we’re ready! I line the kids up and tell them to wait on the porch. I turned around and saw J sitting on the step. Our conversation went like this:

Me: What’s the matter? 
J: I don’t know.
Me (beginning to sweat from the layers) Ummmm..well something must be wrong if you are sitting here and not outside with your brothers. Do you feel ok?
J: I guess so.
Me (void of all patience): Then what is the matter??!
J: These mittens don’t fit.
Me: What do you mean they don’t fit? M is wearing the same ones. Let me see! 

J holds his hand up and there is this HUGE mitten hanging off. Oh crap! They are too big I think as I dump out the baskets filled with miscellaneous mittens and gloves. Crap!! There are no more matching pairs AND no more waterproof ones. I HATE SNOW!!

Ok J, we are going to have to improvise I tell him and hand him mis-matched mittens. Here, put this on first.

J takes the mitten and just stares at it like it was something he has never seen before.


J is fumbling with the mitten now not sure how to put it on.

OMG, what is wrong, how can he not put on a mitten??!!!  I think to myself.

He is 7 AND there are only 2 holes to put your hand in! I hate snow, I hate winter and I hate my life!!

After grabbing J’s hands and shoving the mittens on we make our way out into the snow and I carefully get my phone ready for pictures – need to create everlasting memories after all!

After “accidentally” opening Facebook (to see all the FUN stuff all my “friends” were doing with their kids, therefore, making me look like Bad Mommy of the Year) I hear MOOOMMMMMYYYYYY!!!!!

Oh crap…that sounds like L.

I look over and there is L sitting waist-deep in the snow yelling and crying.

What’s the matter???!

My hands are all wet and I have snow on me! he wails.


I am not sure how much time has passed but I do know that I have run back into the house probably 20 times for water, tissues, new mittens, a shovel, a Lego man and carrots.

On one of these trips I remembered something a co-worker had told me about “painting the snow” and frantically start searching the kitchen for a spray bottle and the food coloring I bought for L’s bday cupcakes.

The kids will be SO happy when they see this, I think as I fill the bottle. OMG I am like one of those Pinterest Moms I make fun of and secretly want to be!!

The first kid I see is M.

M..look what I got we can PAINT THE SNOW! Look how cool it is I say as I start spraying the snow blue.

M looks up from building his snow man, looks at me and the blue snow and says Why would we want to make the snow blue?

Welcome to my life!

Luckily the others loved the “paint” and before long I got daring and mixed food coloring to make new colors. I even promised to buy more spray bottles so we could make rainbows next time it snowed (this also guaranteed that it will NOT snow anymore in 2014).

A few days later I was suffering from some serious Mommy Guilt. I sat on my bed browsing Netflix hoping that one day I would finally get the hang of this whole mom-thing.

I glanced at my phone (which is attached to me at all times) and noticed a new email from J’s teacher. Oh no.

Mrs. B. was telling me how great J was doing in class, how proud she was AND how he told the whole class about how much fun he had painting the snow!!

I sat stunned on the bed. Had I really done it? Did I actually create a happy memory???!!!!

Maybe the kids won’t hate me after all!

green "paint"

green “paint”

30 Days of Thanks: Day 12

This month I am participating in “30 Days of Thanks” with my friend and fellow blogger CC at A Working Mom Today. Hope you can check us out :)

Since it’s Tuesday, I have decided to make today a “Tuesday Two-fer” day of thanks  – I am typing this before my second cup of coffee so please humor me.

Day 12 (part 1): SNOW

I hate snow. Yes, it’s pretty when it first falls and it makes the holidays look and feel very festive. BUT it is also a PITA. People can’t drive in it, I have to shovel and wear boots and it looks dirty and depressing when it’s piled up in the mall parking lot for the weeks following a storm.

However, my kids LOVE it. I am not sure where this love comes from, but starting last night, one of the twins came up to me with this excited look on his face. Oh no, I thought, what happened downstairs??

Mommy?? Did you hear…it’s going to SNOW TOMORROW!! he said. Phew…no one is hurt I thought before answering Yes it is, isn’t that great??!

This morning I was in the bathroom when I heard a stampede coming up the stairs. MOMMY! MOMMY! MOMMY IT’S SNOWING!!! Come look!!

I went to the window and there were 4 little heads all crammed trying to get a glimpse of the wet snow falling from the sky. The looks on their faces was nothing short of pure joy.

To be that young and happy and untainted by life….

Day 12 (part 2): Facebook

I have a love/hate relationship with Facebook. Yes, it is one of the first things I check on my phone when the alarm goes off – you never know what all important item will have been posted in the 8 hours I was sleeping.

I like keeping up with friends and family, seeing pictures and knowing what is going on in their lives. I LOVE the funny eCards people share, recipes (that I never make) and cute/funny/inspirational quotes that show up from time to time.

I HATE the incessant bragging and showing off “friends” sometimes do. Seriously, is your family REALLY that great??? If so, can I PLEASE have whatever it is that you are taking? (lol)

I am not a fan of the political rants – aren’t we not supposed to discuss religion and politics?

Still I can not make myself quit Facebook. It’s like a car wreck I can’t stop staring at. I guess as with most things you take the good with the bad.

Ummmm, I thought she was thankful for Facebook? Why is she ranting???

As I mentioned earlier, I do like the witty/funny pictures and sayings that get posted from time to time. Here are a few of my recent favorites hope you enjoy.

Have a good day!

YES Please!!

YES Please!!

This is me!!!!!

This is me!!!!!

I may print this and hang it up as a reminder

I may print this and hang it up as a reminder

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