Monthly Archives: November 2010

Sunday Night Blues

It’s Sunday night, and Wil just went back to work. Unlike many of the population whose work week begins on Monday at 9am, Wil works at night, which means his work week begins on Sunday evening at 8:30pm.

The nice thing about his current schedule is that he has the weekends off. But when Sunday night rolls around I get pretty depressed. After spending two uninterrupted days together, he has to return to the grind, and on a Sunday no less. Ari and I try to keep ourselves entertained when he leaves.



But I find myself enviously thinking about the people out there who get to have their husbands/boyfriends/partners with them on this Sunday evening. Meanwhile, Ari and I (and the mystery baby) are missing Wil a lot. It’s especially hard when Ari’s going to sleep and he asks:
“Where’s daddy?”
“Daddy’s at work.” I tell him.
In true two year-old fashion, he replies
“No, daddy’s not at work.”
“Oh, where is he then?” I ask, curious to know what he’ll come up with.
“He’s uh…downstairs!” He says confidently.
Usually this situation is resolved when we call Wil at work to say goodnight. Ari concedes that daddy must be at work. Or I guess he could be calling from “downstairs.”

It’s lonely here on Sunday nights, and I find it really hard to get back into the weekly routine. Then again, I suppose no matter when your husband/boyfriend/partner is gone, it’s bound to be hard. I think about people who have significant others in military and don’t see their loved ones for months or years. Then I feel like a whiny exaggerator.

But this schedule is hard. Wil is either sleeping or at work and there’s no in between. I suppose the best thing to do is to savor the two days off we have together.

How do you cope when your husband/boyfriend/partner is away?

Automotive Paint Job

It’s Cold and I Wanna Lie on The Couch

It’s been unseasonably warm here in New York City, up until now. It’s like instant winter and all I wanna do is lie on the couch in a silent rebellion.

In the spring and summer times, there are tons of things to do with kids. You can hit up the playgrounds, the botanical garden, go to free concerts, but in the winter it’s so cold, all I wanna do is this:

I’ve been to the library a zillion times, and I certainly don’t feel like walking around in the cold. I need to find some indoor activities Ari and I can do that are free and allow us to be social.

I’m also getting increasingly nervous about having a newborn in the winter. I need a full-proof plan so that I don’t go crazy being indoors with a non-stop 2 1/2 year old and a needy newborn.

So I’m asking you:
1. What are some fun indoor winter activities you do?
2. Who’s had a baby in the winter? What did you do to avoid going insane?
3. Do you also like your couch a lot right now?

No Mommy! We Not at The Grocery Store!

According to Ari, everything I say is a blatant lie. Or at least that’s how it feels to me. I could be sitting on the couch, and say to him:

“I’m sitting on the couch.”
He would reply:
“No, you not sitting on the couch!”

He loves to disagree with me. Here’s another example:

I mean, clearly we’re at the grocery store and I am objectively right. Unfortunately, that doesn’t matter to him. I just don’t know how to respond without getting into a full on semantics argument.

If I say “No, we’re at the grocery store” he’ll just argue that we’re not. But I don’t feel right about acquiescing and saying “You’re right, we’re not at the grocery store.” Because we are!

What is an effective way to deal with this dissenting behavior?

Francesca Selects The Winner of The Little One Books $25 Gift Certicate Giveaway!

Today I solicited the help of niece, Francesca, to randomly select the winner of the Little One Books $25 Gift Certificate Giveaway.

Here is the incredibly scientific process we used to select the winner:

1. Francesca read me the names of all the people who entered:

2. Next she cut the names into individual tags:

3. She mixed all the names up:

4. She put them in an empty camera case and closed her eyes:

5. Then she selected a winner!

Congratulations Elaine! You won the Little One Books $25 Gift Certificate Giveaway. You can browse the site for quality kid’s books, music and DVDs! Audra from Little One Books will be contacting you soon to send you your gift certificate!


6. After Francesca randomly selected the winner, Wil left for work:

7. And finally, with Francesca’s help, I wrote this post:

I Have a Superpower

I’ve always wanted a superpower. Today I found out that I actually have one. It all started when I realized I was thirsty. I went into a local bakery and spotted an Honest Ade Cranberry Lemonade. Immediately, I started salivating. I knew I needed it. I hadn’t even handed the money to the cashier. I couldn’t wait. I cracked open the beverage and before I knew it it was gone in three sips. I have this to say about you, Honest Ade:

Apparently I can destroy beverages. I’m a pregnant superhero. Now I wanna know, what superpower do you have?

Judgment

Something has been on my mind lately. It’s been itching to come out. But I couldn’t quite figure out how to say it. I finally have the words. It’s about judgment.

The truth is we all judge one another. I notice myself doing it. I see a mother on the street, and I don’t agree with what she’s feeding her kid, or the way she’s talking to her child.

Recently, I’ve been judged. And guess what? I didn’t like it. Not one bit. In fact, I feel like I’ve had the wind knocked out of me. It wasn’t from one source, but from multiple parties. Each time I was judged I got angrier and angrier. What does this person know about me or my life? They don’t know what my experience is.

I try as hard as I can to be the best mother that I can, to maintain order in my life, but not everyone will agree with my choices. Not every person is going to understand the way I parent, or the way I live my life for that matter.

We don’t know what other people go through in life. We can’t know what it’s like to be them or have their experiences.

But when we judge people, we don’t try to understand them, we simply apply a label to them:
“lazy” “mean” “push-over” etc.

Each time I was judged, I found myself wondering this:

I wish this person would try to understand where I’m coming from.

Though I know I will continue to judge others, because we all do it, I will try to better understand where the person in question is coming from, rather than applying a harsh judgment to them. I will attempt to do this because of how terrible I’m feeling right now, because I am so angry. I feel misrepresented and misunderstood, and I don’t wish these feelings on anyone.

A Few Random Annoyances

I would like to express my dissatisfaction at the fact that all the maternity pants I own fall down constantly. I would also like to express my fear that the terrible twos will never end. Ari doesn’t want to listen to me or do anything I tell him to do. That is all on this rainy Thursday. Wait, one more thing. Whatever you do, do not go to the grocery store hungry.

I Voted in My Pajamas

Despite my previously failed attempt to vote, I finally made it to the voting booth! Wil watched Ari, while my mom and I headed to the polls.


After I voted, one of the women volunteering at the polls looked at my outfit (which consisted of black tank top, blue and white pajama pants and a black winter coat) and my large pregnant belly and said:
“That baby is cold!”
“Actually, I’m always hot.” I replied.
She laughed.

I’m so glad I got to vote! Thank you to everyone who harassed…I mean encouraged me to vote today!

Did you vote?

I Tried to Vote But…(Warning: If You’re Gross Tolerance is Low Do Not Read)

Despite my level of extreme exhaustion, my mom convinced me to go out and vote today. We were all set to go. I managed to finagle Ari into the stroller after he danced around a tree that resides outside our building. We began to walk to the voting polls, and all at once I turned to my mom and said “Do you smell something?”
“No,” she replied “Do you?”
“Yes, ” I said tentatively “It smells like…dog shit!” I looked down at the stroller and my suspicions were confirmed. The area of the stroller where Ari rests his feet was covered in dog shit and so were the bottom of his sneakers as well as his jeans.

I wanted to cry.

So we did an immediate U-turn. I tried to come up with a plan for how to rectify this situation. First I called my dad to see if Ari had extra shoes downstairs. Hearing the urgency in my voice, he immediately came up stairs to see what was going on.
“I’ll go hose down the shoe and the stroller.” I said to my mom.
“No, no!” My mom said “Dad and I will deal with this. You’re pregnant. You don’t need to be touching dog shit.”
“Um…okay.” I said feeling insanely guilty. Once again i wanted to cry.
“I wanna go upstairs and see Egreck!” Said Ari
“I’ll get him upstairs and give him a bath.” I said to my mom, the tears already starting. I just wanted to vote, but at this point I was emotionally exhausted.
When I got Ari upstairs, I told him he had to take a bath.
He screamed “I don’t wanna take a bath!” I managed to get him into the bath and then I started crying. Wil heard me and came in immediately.
“What’s wrong?” He asked
I told him the whole story and he rubbed my back.
“Did you step in dog poop?” He asked Ari
“Yeah!” Said Ari proudly.
Needless to say, I didn’t get to vote.