Brunch for Lunch

Jun 17, 2013 by

If you have a school-aged child I am sure you are familiar with the hot lunch phenom known as “brunch for lunch.” Brunch for lunch is…well, eating brunch during lunch. The hot lunch ladies serve up scrambled eggs, pancakes with syrup, turkey sausage, and french toast sticks. Kids can’t seem to get enough of it! In our household brunch for lunch is every other Tuesday, and you better believe, those off Tuesdays are a real downer.

Obviously, the only maple syrup we are serving in this house is real VT maple syrup!

Obviously, the only maple syrup we are serving in this house is real VT maple syrup!

On brunch for lunch days I have witnessed students running into the building chanting, “Brunch for lunch, brunch for lunch!” I have seen students smiling ear-to-ear, grasping their hot lunch money tightly in their little, sweaty, fingers. On one special Tuesday I saw the hot lunch lady herself, usually curmudgeonly in nature, pushing the food cart down the hallway smiling and whistling a tune.

Quiet time

Jun 17, 2013 by

It is said that when a baby sleeps, you should sleep.  Of course, I think this is brilliant; what tired momma doesn’t want a little snooze once her baby has finally closed their eyes?  I must say, though, getting me to relax is no small feat; I think getting my niece to doze off at regular intervals is far easier than quieting my Type A brain or getting me to sit down in one spot for any length of time.

During our IVF cycle, however, I’ve been trying really hard to just relax while my niece sleeps when I babysit her on Mondays.  You know, just sit and actually watch a TV show, rather than paying bills while talking on the phone with a load of laundry going while watching a TV show.  For some reason, I feel like, if I’m sitting down, I’m not accomplishing anything.  I don’t get to sit down at work, so maybe that’s why I feel unproductive and won’t allow myself to slow down a bit when I’m at home.  At any rate, I need to learn to relax, especially during this time when my body has been forced into a hormone-induced egg-growing frenzy.  Naptime with Bailey during my IVF cycle is the perfect opportunity for some quiet time.

The Day I Almost Lost My Sh*t at the Store

Jun 17, 2013 by

(warning: mild profanity)

Today is Saturday – the day before Father’s Day. We decided to do our Father’s Day dinner with my extended family at my house tonight instead of tomorrow. I woke up this morning with a mental schedule which started with going to Stew Leonard’s (the Disney of grocery stores) as soon as the kids were done with breakfast.

“Are you insane to go to Stew’s on a Saturday?” I kept asking myself. Dad wanted lobster and hubby wanted steak for their Father’s Day dinners, and Stew’s was the one place that had that (and more) on sale at the same time. So I decided to suck it up and brave the lunatics who shop there on Saturday for sport because, afterall, it WAS Father’s Day and my men were entitled to lobster and steak. To add a little craziness to the mix, I needed to bring my almost-three-year-old twins with me because hubby had other things to do.

Magical Monday: An Ode to My Popsidoodles

Jun 17, 2013 by

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In honor of Father’s Day, this Magical Monday is dedicated to my Dad (yes, I call him Popsidoodles).

My fondest rememberings of my Dad, past and present:

* He would end his good-nights to my brother and I by flashing the “Peace” sign.

* On Sunday mornings I would sometimes sit on his lap while he read the paper.

* He’d lay down on the floor with my brother and me in the living room and play games like “Life” and “Monopoly.”

* When I was little he’d let me sit on his lap and doing a little bit of driving on our long-trips to see the grandparents in Pennsylvania. I LOVED doing this and think it SUCKS that I’m not allowed to do this with my kids.

The Risks and Rewards of Parenting

Jun 14, 2013 by

I read somewhere recently that most of us make decisions based on emotion, despite how we may try to convince ourselves of the inherent logic of our choices. It’s the reason why you tell yourself you are spending more money for the better quality of the premium brand cereal, when in reality the generic brand is just as good, but it just feels better to get the name brand because you really want it. Or why you blow the $5 on the coffeeshop latte, even though the coffee you can brew at home would save you the cash and be just as good, and justify the unnecessary expense as a deserved treat for some kind of good behavior or accomplishment.

How to buy a bra that fits.

Jun 14, 2013 by

A few weeks ago I did a post about how we women hate our boobs and at the end I said the only way to combat these feelings is to get a good bra.  Well now my lovelies, I’m going to show you how to do it!  When I told my fellow CT Working Moms bloggers that I was taking on this task lots of  women agreed about the importance of wearing bras that fit.  Even so, 80% of women wear the wrong bra size.  That means when we recently got together for our awesome Love More, Judge Less photo shoot, approximately 4 of us were wearing the wrong size.  One blogger was confident she was wearing the right size though because she had recently gotten fitted.  She was even brave enough to show us a before and after of her “improvements”.

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A brave fellow blogger before:
(This bra was actually
two band sizes too big!)

A Letter of Apology

Jun 14, 2013 by

This is a letter of apology to my body, a beautiful thing that has given me so much but has also caused me many difficulties.

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Dearest Body:

It has been a long while since the last time we had a heart-to-heart. First and foremost I would like to apologize for the way I’ve treated you the past year. As I look back now, I realize that I set unrealistic expectations for you, ones that you could not understandably meet. As a result, I’ve become resentful and bitter towards your inability to perform as I demand, and it is now apparent that it was unfair of me to do so.

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