Wednesday, April 13, 2016

WAHM

a view from my office
As I type this, I am sitting next to my three-year-old, he’s eating a snack and playing Paw Patrol. This is how I get work done. Between snacks, books, karate, music classes and the potty, I write. 

Work At Home Moms are a quiet, resilient group of women who strive to reach the delicate balance of caring for their kids and earning a much-needed income. We are not talked about nearly as much as our Stay At Home Moms or Working Mother counterparts. And there is less understanding of what we “do” all day… because we are doing it all—All. The. Time.

We are standing here, where the lines between work, life and balance are always a little blurry. Because when your office is the dining room table, there’s bound to be some confusion, so let me try to break it down for you. I try to complete my writing assignments while the boys are busy playing, but that’s never enough time. What usually happens is after I’ve read stories, sung songs, scared away monsters lurking under the bad and kissed the boys goodnight, I creep downstairs and I start my work day… typing until the keys are blurry and my brain is fried.

I do conference calls in the preschool pick up line, help my Arbonne clients {my latest adventure!} from karate class and respond to emails at the bus stop, but in between, I am here—I am present for my family.

This is one of the greatest challenges I have ever faced and while it leaves me feeling incredibly frantic {almost all of the time!} I know it’s all worth it. It was my goal, my dream to volunteer at school, be at the bus stop and even enjoy music class with my son. So no matter how tough it gets—and it gets down-right, body-draining rough sometimes—I know this is an incredible time in our lives and I can't believe I was lucky enough to score a front row seat!


So to all those moms making it work from playground client meetings to late night cram sessions, I salute you! And we should grab a coffee—if we can find a moment to do it!

Monday, February 29, 2016

Sweet Dreams

Taken last year: Our bed filled with sleeping boys, no parents in sight
So…. my baby slept through the night! OK OK, my baby is 3.5 years old. But he has only ever slept through the night one other time in his life. And while he is young, there are children all over the world sleeping through the night who are MUCH younger than he is.

His brother slept through the night at 6 weeks old. When our friends complained about their sleepless nights, I used to nod and act like I understood, but the truth is I had no idea what these poor people were going through until Connor was born. This guy cried for hours on end. Every. Single. Day. Then we realized he had a lot of food allergies and once we got him on an RX formula he was SO happy, SO kind-hearted, SO joyful, SO AWAKE. Ugh, it’s just like that fickle beast known as parenthood, you figure out one thing when nine more unexplainables pop up out of nowhere. And so it was, the child could finally eat, but barely napped and barely slept at night.

Perpetually awake, we thought he had to grow out of it, he had to start sleeping at some point, right? WRONG. By 18 months, he took one hour-long nap during the day and then gave that up at 23 months. Plus he was always up two—three times in the night until the last few months when it miraculously shifted to only once at 4AM.

If you’re wondering how my husband and I have been functioning. Well, I’m not so sure we have, but I’ve been too tired to notice. Not to mention, I am pretty sure I look ten years older than I am, a half-asleep echo of the vibrant woman I once was. I’ve slowly morphed into someone who falls asleep on the couch at 9PM, who is always pining after sleep like it was a forbidden love or something even more indulgent, like chocolate peanut butter ice cream.

And then this morning, when I realized he had actually done it, actually slept through the night, I was suddenly sad, really really sad. The warmth of his little body all curled up, touch of his hand on my arm, the smell of his hair, the sensation of being needed…. I {dare I say it} missed it.

While these days may be long and most moments insanely challenging, I know we are in a sweet spot right now with our boys. And I want to hold on as tight as I can, but I can feel it slipping quietly away….

If you asked me yesterday I would have complained about the lack of sleep, but today felt different. I know there is so much to look forward to in our lives together… I know there is growing up to do… But is it wrong to hope for a little blonde head next to mine in the morning?
Just one more time.

Sunday, February 14, 2016

Happy Heart

my I {HEART} NY necklace
I lived in NYC for just about 14 years—more than one-third of my life spent there. And as you know, when you don’t live close to home, you find family in friends around you.

My NYC friends will always hold a special place in my heart… These are the people that I worked alongside in the trenches of life, the people I watched the towers fall with, the people I saw more than my husband or my kids, the people who knew me so well… the ones who helped me grow up.

And I got to see some of them last week, it was such an expected surprise that I get tears just thinking of how it almost didn’t happen…. My heart is so full from their hugs, their smiles, their faces… and how even after not seeing each other for months, it felt natural to fall into conversation, into step with them.

It’s amazing to think about how young we all were, how certain we were—of everything. We ruled that city with the confidence that can only come from the awesome power of your 20s or a few beers. Our dance parties were epic, our struggles were real, our energy electric and our loyalty fierce. We used to greet the sunrise like an old friend, talk about our dreams, our futures.

I was always grateful to catch their eye, to have their back to raise a glass, or hid in the bathroom… And now we celebrate it all, the weddings, the promotions, the babies, the triumphs, but also the sunsets and setbacks, the broken dreams and breakups, the little curveballs and all out wrecking balls—because these are the people, my people, who I continue to walk through life with.

Even though I am not there every day, I am always walking beside you.

Monday, February 1, 2016

Happy New Year

Yup, I know it’s February 1st, but this is my new year! January 1st is too close to the holidays, my kids are still home, there is Champagne to drink, chocolate to eat, fun and indulgence to be had—so I have a hard time letting go of the holiday-feel and jump-starting something new. I mean we only took our tree down around January 10th…

Plus I need a minute to reflect on the year, to think about what we accomplished and how we can do more—or less… I would love for 2016 to be the year of LESS. Less stress, less commitment, less racing, less time feeling frantic. But LESS only makes me crave MORE!

I find myself thinking about “more” a lot. How do I get more work in a day, how can we fit in more activities for the kids, how can I book more jobs or events, how can I cram more appointments in one day? Honestly MORE can be too much for me… I am worn out from the MORE.

But at the same time MORE is the goal right? MORE time for friends and family, more volunteering, more helping Liam with school, more time for Connor, more playdates, more fun, more adventure, more enjoyment.

Maybe this is the year of LESS becoming MORE? Maybe it’s a year of BALANCE? The notion seems impossible, I feel like I’m more likely to look out my window and spy a unicorn dancing on a rainbow than achieve a balanced life. But you know what? It’s February 1st and it’s a sunny 64 degrees outside, so it appears that anything is possible.

So I wish you a Happy New Year—and even though I am late to the party, I hope you’re rocking your resolutions, because we’re all capable of transforming the impossible into achievable, we just have to try. And that’s the key, believing we can do it makes it happen.

I don’t think it’s going to be easy, in fact I think it’s going to be pretty hard, but today I took an important step—I took MORE time for myself to write in this blog. And while it may not be my best work, it actually happened for the first time in way too many months and it feels amazing to shake off the cobwebs and breathe life into this blog again.

That’s my resolution—turning aspirations into reality. Well, more or less….

Tuesday, October 6, 2015

Egg on My Face

I have horrible blackheads on my nose and I have tried everything for the better part of 25 years to get rid of them and nothing has worked... I used lotions and potions, that strange metal tool with the holes, spinning brushes—you name it, it didn't work for me.

So the other day I went to Pinterest in search of a natural remedy. I was surprised to find that many said to use egg whites... I was curious, and I happen to have a hankering for an omelette so why not. 

Here is my before picture—my nose pre-egging:

Now all of the pieces I read said to brush on three layers. So I used a basting brush because I couldn't think of another way to "brush" it on... And yes, I felt completely ridiculous...

I did the first layer and was more than a little shocked to feel it start to tighten, then I did a second and a third layer—keeping them very thin or the egg white would start to run off the tip of my nose (a little gross, but true!) It tightened right up, similar to how a Bioré strip feels. Now, some sites said you could peel it off, but I could not get a grip on it. It was kind of flakey at the edges, so I just washed it off and you know what it worked!

Here is the post-egg pic:


OK, so I still have blackheads... I am not saying this was a miracle treatment, but man it really did work. And it only took about 10 minutes total.

So hey next time you are enjoying some eggs, save a tiny bit of the whites and treat yourself to a beauty moment.