Earlier today [at the park] as I sat on the bench watching my six year old glide through the monkey bars over and over… a mom came over and sat next to me. All of the sudden, I heard her burst into tears… My reaction was to ask if she was ok?!? She did not answer ( and she hid inside her scarf) I didn’t know what to do! I paused for a second and thought… should I run away?!?! But then… what if she really needed help… so I sat and waited … Then I asked again if I could help or do something?? .. As she came out off under her scarf and with tears in her eyes she asked me if I was a mom? [ I nodded] Her daughter was 2… And she was exhausted! I have not slept in two years, she said…. Will I ever get my body back? She asked … Will I ever be able to hold a normal conversation that is not about playdates and diapers? Will I ever feel sexual again? Sometimes, I secretly wish I could go back to work to my fabulous office! I love my child but I need my adult life back and everyone makes me feel so guilty about it! She said [as she wept] For the first time I just stayed quite and listened… I just wanted to hug her and tell her everything was going to be ok… But then my son fell off the monkey bar and I had to run to him… He was ok… but when I turned back “Exhausted Mom” was gone… So I decided to write her this note…
These people are so into mornings… By the time they appreciate sleeping in past 6:30am they won’t be able to!!! It’s actually becoming one of my favorite times of the day as well [Although I always feel I haven’t had enough sleep…] I love sitting with them to have breakfast and listen to their little silly conversations & stunts. As the day goes on and afternoon arrives we are so tired… So I’ll take these crazy early mornings for now ?? and hold onto them as long my memory allows…
The 10 Best Thanksgiving Movies You Can Watch With Your Kids!
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Its one of those ironies of life: you spend your childhood wanting to be grown up, and your adult life wistfully wishing you could be a child again. The best movies about childhood capture that nostalgia, that time of wonder and scabby knees, when the world seemed bigger and more full of surprises. From dramas about kids who dared to be different to fantasies about embracing the unknown, here are some fun Thanksgiving films that will remind the whole family how great it was to be a child.
My Life is chaos! But a chaos that I would never trade for anything!!! I have been a victim of society and for a second I did believe that my life and professional dreams were done once I had my boys…. Well it is not true! They actually gave me a second chance to fight for what I want and without knowing I have become a better woman and mom! Because of them I am were I want to be… Building my own business, doing things that I love and working hard for a better life! I want my kids to know that they are my inspiration, my strength, my happiness … Not the end of me!
It’s all fun and games until they ACTUALLY break you. And you find yourself Sunday at 6am throwing the tiny dictators in the stroller, half dressed, un-fed, and walking to the nearest coffee shop [first customer.] to get some of that black CRACK into you– so that you can attempt to function like an acceptable member of society– while the kids are BREAKING.YOUR.BRAIN with their incessant chatter/demands/tantrums and general wails of noise “MAMI LOOK AT THIS!” No. It’s 5.45am. I don’t want to. I want you to play quietly. Eat your cereal. Or the table. I don’t care. I’m suppose to be sunbathing in the Greek Islands. #agendanewyork #nyc #momlife
Yesterday was a Lovely relaxing day. AS PER USUAL. Someone said to me today [as my children were tearing up their room] “Wow you’ve got real BOY boys, haven’t you. I wonder if that’s nature or nurture?” JUST FYI. I DID NOT NURTURE THIS. THIS IS NOT MY FAULT. And also, I can’t IMAGINE my genetics had ANY bearing on this. It’s The Universe’s fault. You see, I put in an order for two lovely quiet girls, who would sing with me and wear tutus. We would read books, wear makeup, braid quietly with classical music in the background. My Instagram would be BEAUTIFUL– we’d make flower crowns, and I’d take photos of them gazing thoughtfully in forests. WHY AM I IN THIS SNOT-FART-POO-BUM-TRUCK FEST?! SURELY this isn’t my fault. Who can I possibly blame for this madness? Why isn’t the moon full? WHERE.IS.YOUR.FATHER! ????#agendanewyork #momlife #nyc