Sometimes at night when I’m just about to drift off to sleep, I start thinking… What happens to us after we die? Is our universe part of something greater or just endless black space? What is the purpose of our lives? If something happened to me – just how messy would my house be?
That sort of thing. I can make you a relaxing meditation tape of these questions if you’d like.
Of course, this isn’t all I mull over. Sometimes, I spent time deciding which coach I’d pick on The Voice between Adam, Pharrel, Christina and Blake. I would definitely pick Adam or Christina… Adam (because he’s adorable, funny and I’ve never spent time with someone with so many arm tattoos) or Christina (because her voice is amazing and well, girl power).
Obviously, I really need to decide between the two of them as soon as possible in case I suddenly wake up with an amazing voice and buckets of free time to dedicate to auditioning and the knock out rounds.
I’m also a little concerned about whether I’ll ever get the closed captioning on my TV to turn off. It’s already been three days and an hour call to Xfinity and still nothing. I’m trying to embrace reading the TV dialogue before I hear it. It really spiced up the Justin Bieber Comedy Central roast. Nothing makes a lame joke funnier than reading it first!
While I’m thinking about this, nearly 5 year old Harlowe is fiercely worried about the next time she will have to get shots. She already got her shots for Kindergarten next year which means the next time she will need to get immunized is when she is… twelve.
She got herself in such a panic over these future shots that I finally told her, “You know what, you don’t have to get them when you’re 12. We will work something else out.”
I mean, is she seriously going to hold me to this in 7 years? If she does, I’ll tell her I was on the edge of a nervous breakdown listening to her crying and decided to save myself.
I don’t know why people worry since we have control over pretty much nothing and most of what we worry about, never happens. I’m prone to it myself. I’ve cornered the market in worrying about little things while my husband specializes in big picture worrying. It’s the yin and yang of a beautiful marriage in harmony.
I wish I could be one of those people who lets things go and gives it all up to God’s will or a higher power. My mother (who is also prone to worrying so maybe it’s genetic) used to have a saying… “Put it in the God box.” She would write down her concern or worry on a piece of paper and literally put it in a special God box. It’s a way of letting go.
But this idea of giving it all up to God’s will is a bit too esoteric for me. Maybe if it was Adam Levine’s will – that would be something I could support. Maybe I’ll just take my worries and put them in the Adam Levine God box. I’ll leave it up to him to do my worrying.
This post is sponsored by Knorr and their flavors of home. All ideas are my own.
When I first arrived in Montana with dreams of being a very famous and very fabulous TV reporter, I knew immediately I was in trouble. It was minus 30 degrees, I had no friends and I didn’t know how to cook anything. I had moved there from Manhattan where you didn’t have to cook because it all got delivered to your door within an half hour.
I was so homesick and so lonely and so hungry. I cheered myself up by going to see The Titanic. Alone.
Luckily, I kept busy reporting on things like the opening of the Lewis & Clark museum (3 part series!) and the opening of the first cineplex (with stadium seating!). And thank goodness an anchor girl named Jen showed up and ended up being my best friend and savior.
I bought bear pepper spray (because you can never be too careful), ate a lot of beef jerky (because I adore sodium) and drove really fast (because hot damn there was no speed limit then!)
I think I even learned how to cook a few things but I can’t remember what they were because I had brain freeze most of the time from the frigid weather.
But even though I learned how to live in Montana and survive, it never felt like home. So when I watched this video from Knorr about a young girl who lives in the Arctic and gets an incredible surprise… it immediately brought me back to how it feels to be so far from the people you love.
And the video will make you cry. I know because it made me cry and I normally only tear up when I hear news that a teenage heartthrob is leaving a popular boy band.
Here’s the video…
You’re teary, aren’t you?! I can’t wait to surprise one of my kids like that some day. (Disclaimer to all my children: I’m not willing to travel to Montana or the Arctic.)
This post is sponsored by Knorr and their flavors of home. All ideas are my own.
I knew I needed my kids’ to do chores because I was drowning when my husband started working nights and I had to handle our 5 kids plus lunches, homework, house clean up, baths, and everything else.
Basically, I started a small sweat shop so that I could survive. My 10 year old puts away clean clothes. My 8 year old is in charge of lunches. My 4 year old’s set the table and help collect the trash. My 2 year old climbs and destroys everything. They all do something.
What I didn’t realize was how much my children needed to do chores. In fact, children who do chores do better academically, emotional and professionally. According to one study (reported in the Wall Street Journal), “young adults who began chores at ages 3 and 4 were more likely to have good relationships with family and friends, to achieve academic and early career success and to be self-sufficient, as compared with those who didn’t have chores or who started them as teens.”
And if you want your kids to be happy, chores can be key because it teaches them to take care of others. According to psychologist Richard Weissbourd of the Harvard Graduate School of Education, we are out of balance. He says, a good way to start readjusting priorities is by learning to be kind and helpful at home.
I remember doing chores as a kid. One of my favorites (once I was old enough to drive) was to do the weekly grocery shopping. I was free. I was alone. I could buy candy! But so many of us aren’t requiring the same of our kids. According to one research study, 82% report having regular chores growing up, but only 28% said that they require their own children to do them.
What are we afraid of? Free, reliable labor?!
I know what some of you are thinking – but I can do it all so much faster and better than my kids! Yes, but you probably could do their required reading faster than them too but I bet you make them do it on their own, right? That was a stumbling block for me. I felt like I didn’t have the patience to let them do their chores slowly and imperfectly. But I’m learning to let go.
Okay, here is your cheat sheet (courtesy of Why Children Need Chores) for getting started. And I’m implementing some of these ideas in my small sweat shop immediately!
Homework and after school activities should not trump chores. That’s right. Chores are just as important so make sure they get done. You can even schedule them on your calendar.
Keep allowances and chores separate. It’s not a business transaction. It’s an altruistic act.
Chores should be focused on the care of the entire family (setting the table for everyone), not just self care (putting one’s own clothes away).
Change the language. Instead of saying, “Do your chores,” try to say, “Let’s do our chores.” Because chores are about taking care of each other, not a grunt task. Also, refer to children as “helpers” instead of just helping. Research shows kids like being known as a “helper” and this increases their desire to pitch in.
Be positive. If you complain about chores, so will your kids. Come on… doing the dishes isn’t that bad, right? (I may need to work on this one.)
Kids bring home a lot of stuff from school… like papers, art projects, lice. That sort of thing. But my 4 year old twins came home from preschool the other day with something I’ve never seen before. These…
Now what are those exactly?
Babies giving the middle finger?
Ruins from Pompei?
Crafts from a local seaside festival?
The perfect ornaments for the top of the Christmas tree?
Apparently (and I’m going on information given to me by two 4 year olds), a dentist came to their school and made molds of their fingers.
Now that I’m in possession of these clay finger things – are they a sweet keepsake of childhood or a creepy thing to hold on to?
I need guidance.
Meanwhile, have you been looking around for me? Here’s what I’ve been up to… I wrote on Alpha Mom about how tweens seem to be the new toddler (and why didn’t anyone tell me?!)
And on Lifetime Moms, I wrote about whether you’d prefer a male or female OB/GYN…
and also on Lifetime Moms, what Eva Mendes thinks is the number one reason for divorce. And it’s ridiculous…
1. My husband can actually take care of our 5 kids plus a friend’s kid (that’s 6 total!) all weekend. With the help of his parents. But still, I think most people would need the help of an army. So I’m thinking next time girls’ weekend in Rome?!
2. That apparently you can buy chicken lo mein in a bucket (see above photo). Just ask Rick.
3. That a DJ playing only techno doesn’t actually appreciate it when you ask for “any song that has words – like maybe ‘Let’s Hear It for the Boy.'”
4. Techno doesn’t get better as you get older.
5. If you’re going to crash a wedding, it’s much more fun to do it while they are still serving alcohol, instead of when they are breaking down the tables.
6. That no one will care if you take photos with big animal sculptures in fancy hotel lobbies.
7. It will be very hard to not make “Karate Kid” jokes to the poor waiters who have to wear these bandanas at a popular sushi restaurant on Lincoln Road.
8. On the upside, it is a great, “I used to have a crush in the 80’s on Ralph Macchio” conversation starter!
9. That everyone on South Beach seems to be wearing their jean shorts unbuttoned like this..
I kind of get it because sometimes you are just too exhausted to finish buttoning your pants in the morning.
10. That if a New York friend couldn’t make the trip and is dealing with freezing rain up North, she probably doesn’t want to be included on group texts that say things like… “Are you guys still at the beach?” “What time are we having après beach cocktails?” “Is it me or is everyone at the pool starting to look like Ralph Macchio?”