The Daily Toilings Of A Part Time Stay At Home Mom

We are having a very slow moving day today.  Partly due to the fact, well totally due to the fact, that a entire bottle of Cupcake Red Velvet wine followed by a glass of my favorite boxed Merlot causes me to agonize over every single task this blah morning.  Therefore the children are not dressed, neither am I and you know what?  I don't care.  Truth be told the kids seem just fine and dandy with the whole wear your pajamas to lunch trend I have started.  I will walk the dog in my pajamas and wave to my neighbors looking like a total bag lady and who cares.  I was spared the headache but must have exhausted all my energy last night pouring endless glasses of mommy's little helper for me and my bestie.  Totally cool with that.  The best part...undressed babies means cute little butt cracks all over this house.  Adorable.  Don't believe me?!  Have a look.  Love it.  Noah is rocking his sweet mismatched PJ's because the...

Lack of extra money + boredom + a half can of paint and two ugly household items = everything got painted today.  Truth be told it doesn't look too shabby.  Maybe a tad country cottage but isn't that what this old place should be...well if not completely decked out in chicken paraphernalia which is what I know mom would like.   The lamp has been with Dov since birth. It was a big, dark, wooden block of a lamp.  It was great in all of our first apartments where any piece of furniture was as good as Pier one to me.  When you start with nothing you'll take anything.  Even old 70's lamps.  Well 10 years and 5 moves later it had resigned to collecting dust in the garage with all the other discarded remnants of our starting out years. along with some old wooden folding chairs that were covered in spider webs and had lived in our garage before we even knew Captain Clark had a highway.  Today I breath...

About a week ago I saw a piece on the news that really, deeply irritated me.  I was so mad that I totally wanted to blog about it if only to put it out there.  My perspective.  And let it reverberate into nothingness as do most of the posts I do.  There's a restaurant by the name of McDain's Restaurant  in Monroeville Pennsylvania that has banned any children under the age of 6 to dine on the premise.  The reason given was that they are too noisy and disrupt other patrons of the establishment.  Well here is the thing that really gets me.  I KNOW.  I mean I do really know that children are unpredictable and yes sometimes lack any sort of volume control.  This is not only embarrassing for the parents but also can lead to some uncomfortable moments for others if the parents don't act accordingly and escort the unruly child out to the car or away from other patrons.  I also know why the parents sometimes wait till the child h...

We ended the week just like it started...at the lake.  This time we had Grammy and Grampy along for the fun.  It did not disappoint.  Noah proved that he is half fish and Bell proved that she can out eat every single person in attendance.  The dogs played nice, the kids were good and Dov caught a perch that weighed about one ounce.  We all left happy. Shirley is a good sport and will do just about anything to be near her mommy...aka Grammy. Dov is getting the hang of the rope swing.  Couple more trips and he'll be doing back flips off this thing. Isn't this what Daddy is for?  Exhausting himself blowing up floats and saying WEEEEEE LOOK AT YOU!!  ISN'T THAT FUN?  Pretty sure it is. Well they are also good at finding things that toddlers throw off the dock.  Like your sunglasses.  Daddy's are good. Grampy, Daddy, Bell and Shirley (Grammy's dog)  hanging on the dock. Noah and Grammy trying to master...

On this dreadfully hot day I decided to get the hell out of dodge.  At 6:30 am I called my little Noah out of camp and started packing.  We were getting to the water before the heat got to me.  By 9:00 am there was nothing left to do but get in the car and head to the lake, Wyman lake that is.  The chickens were fed, the garden watered and SPF 50 was all over the bathroom and hopefully the children.  Off we went for a day of fun...but lets not kid ourselves, fun is not exactly what you get when venture off with two children age 4 and 1 and a dog that ranks as one of the neediest, clingiest, pains in the asses I have ever met.  No I might not of had my kind of fun but I think the kids enjoyed themselves and the dog was able to knock me off the dock at least 2 times so I think he had some fun...but me...I just worked.  Lunch, lugging and taking lots of pictures so that 20 years from now I can look back and say...WASN'T THAT SOOO MUCH FUN!...a...

Alright girls, have you ever been home on a Friday night, bored and lonely, when you decide that it is definitely the night to reshape your eyebrows?  If you say no then you are lying.  If you say yes, then you know how it always ends.  With a eyebrow pencil and a few tense weeks while they grow back.  It always starts the same.  You have a clear vision of the eyebrow shape you want and you start tweezing away.  At first they look good, till you see that one hair on the top that's throwing things off...so you go for it, and for some reason when you pull it out it is like opening Pandora's box.  You just can't seem to get back to a good place.  The more you tweeze the deeper in the shit you get till you have gone so far that the only solution is to shave them off and hope drawn in brows come back into fashion.  Of course just the opposite will occur and everyone will have Brooke Shield's bushy caterpill...

I know I have said it before but I will say it again...I LOVE mowing my lawn.  I love mowing in the morning, I love mowing in the evening.  What I don't love is mowing in the blistering heat and trying to do it before Bella Boo gets up from her increasingly shorter afternoon nap.  I also was not seeing the amazing results of all that exercise, since my ass is still the same size as the first time I took the push mower for a go-round.  That and the beautiful calluses that are forming on my hand are not as lady like as I had hoped for. All this led to me beginning the barrage of bitching and complaining about the fact that we needed to get a ride around lawn mower.  Every time we would go to Lowes I would stop and caress the Ariens and Weed Eaters lovingly while my husband went to buy me a new blade for my old stinky push mower.  Well ladies and gentlemen all my hemming and hawing has paid off.  Today we purchased ourselves a 18 year ol...

We escaped reality on Sunday.  We went to the beach.  It had been a long and emotional week.  Although it was nice to get away from the home front, it was unmistakable that the families shape had changed again.  I felt it for the first time when my Nana passed, that knowledge that no holiday,  no family gathering, no day, would ever be the same.  In the beginning it is easy to block out that undeniable fact and the overwhelming pain that comes with it.  I think that is why we picked the beach.  And one of the most rowdy ones at that...Salisbury municipal beach.  Blaring live music, arcades, ice cream trucks and 900 million people going on with life like something MAJOR didn't just happen.  In that environment you let your brain turn off for a little bit and maybe for just a few moments take in the beauty of the ocean  enjoy your family, and then remember with a ache that Da...