No Room at the In(door parking garage)

There’s nothing that zaps the Christmas spirit right out of you quite like trying to find a parking spot at the mall in December. I turn from Santa to Scrooge in a matter of minutes.Let me recount a recent experience looking for a spot at the mall two weeks before Christmas, with a little help from the songs that I can’t get out of my head this time of year....more

I'm Being Stalked

Help me. My four-year-old is stalking me.  She’s always been a Mama’s Girl, but in the past month she’s gone from clingy to clinical and it’s driving me crazy....more

Why Did You Give My Elf On The Shelf Low Elf-Esteem?

I found a note on my pillow this morning from my Elf on a Shelf. Excuse all the bad puns, I didn't write it: Dear M, I’m not sure how to put this, so I guess I'll just come right out and say it: Could you please kick it up a notch with this “Elf on a Shelf” ritual? You see, every night I fly back up to the North Pole to see Santa, along with all the other Elves on Shelves, and all I hear about from the other elves is what a great time they are having at their homes. ...more
Hysterical and wonderful, on all levels. And wow, I sure am glad my son is 28 and I never had to ...more

Keep the Crap out of Christmas

Every Christmas, I spend way too much time and energy, and of course money, buying things my family doesn’t need.  My kids get spoiled with gifts from me and my husband, from Santa, from their grandparents, from aunts and uncles, and from each other.The net result: a lot of crap in my house that nobody plays with by the New Year.Holy crap....more

A love letter to the city I never appreciated, until I had to leave

It’s no secret I never wanted to settle in Seattle.  I moved here in 2003 because my then- boyfriend had a great job that he loved.  I told him I would only stay for four years, and then we would have to move to the Northeast to be closer to family.Now here I am, 11 years later, getting ready to leave Seattle – not for New Jersey, but for London - because that same job is transferring that same boyfriend (now husband) for a 2 year assignment beginning in January.We are leaving the rain for… more rain....more

Grandparent Permission Slip

I just finished typing a 3-page Babysitting Instruction Manual (4 pages if you include the spreadsheet of after-school activities I have stuck on my fridge) for my parents who are flying out to watch my 3 kids for 7 days while my husband visit London in preparation for our upcoming move....more

From Bitter to Glitter: Trying to find the sparkle in the Worst Birthday Party Ever

Wow. Not sure how to describe my day. As I mentioned in my previous blog post about turning 40 being similar to turning 4, today we celebrated my youngest’s 4th birthday.  But contrary to what I wrote in the previous blog post, my girl apparently does NOT know how to party....more

6 Ways Turning 40 is a Lot Like Turning 4

My youngest just turned four on Tuesday and is acting like she has suddenly doubled her age.  Four is still young compared to her older sisters, but in her mind, she has officially made it into the Big Kid Club....more

Surviving my Daughter's Frozen Birthday Party: Let it Go. Away. Now.

So I think I’ve recovered from the Frozen birthday we hosted at our house on Saturday with nineteen Kindergarteners, three 3-year olds, and one very bored 8-year-old. Overall, it went better than expected, and everyone seemed to have a good time (except maybe my 8-year-old).  However, as if the last seven months weren’t enough, I think Saturday finally guaranteed that the Frozen soundtrack will forever be etched in my brain. So forgive me if some Frozen lyrics weave themselves into my recap, I just can’t seem to let it go....more

Looney-June: Surviving my Most Stressful Month of the Year

June is Crazy Time here in the land of the Hotel Bassemonte.  Sorry Baby Jesus, but the births of two of my daughters, my wedding anniversary, Father’s Day, and the End-of-the-School-Year-Palooza make December seem like a sleepwalk in the park. We cap off the month by flying across the country for an extended visit with family and friends.It’s just 30 days of parties, presents, and packing. Or 30 days of me trying desperately to hold onto my sanity....more