I stopped making New Year’s resolutions a long time ago. As the year ends, I could look back at all my failures and resolve to do better this upcoming year. Or, I can look back and focus on all the things I did right. This is as good a time as any to thank you. Whether this is your first time visiting my site or
Do you remember when Sundays were a day to sleep late, meet friends for leisurely Bloody Mary brunches, followed by a yoga class? Well, snap out of it. Those days are long gone.
Moving to the burbs morphed me into a soccer mom, a world I knew nothing about. It should be no surprise that I showed up at the first practice completely unprepared.
Here is the checklist I wish someone had shared with me:
In my last post on cutting the cord, I ended with my intention to subscribe to Sling TV via the Roku 3. Since then, I changed my mind and purchased a Kindle Fire stick and a subscription to PS Vue’s basic “access plan”: the benefits of cable without cable.
A little background . . .
Six liberating months ago, I made the decision to cut the cord. I waited for my kids to notice. They happily continued watching their favorite shows mainly on Netflix, occasionally on Amazon Prime and YouTube, and sometimes through apps on Apple TV, the latter of which allows access to limited preselected full episodes on channels like Disney and PBS Kids. Life was good without cable. I watched the local news using my free digital antenna provided by my internet company, viewed “featured stories” on CNN through the Apple TV app, and added an HBO Now subscription to my lineup.
Admittedly, my husband missed live television more than I did. A couple of months ago, I first learned about PS Vue. Playstation
I first heard this quote years ago, well before the rise of social media. Now, more than ever, it speaks volumes to me.
As far back as middle school, and possibly even elementary school, I remember girls comparing themselves to one another. It didn’t stop there. Girls judged: on looks, on clothes, on choices of friends, on anything and everything. It’s so much a part of our lives as women that you have to wonder if it’s part of our genetic makeup.
Unfortunately, this comparing, judging, and self-doubting behavior continues well past puberty. Gossip brings women together. It’s a bonding mechanism. How many times have you had lunch with a friend, only to have the topic change to discussing so-and-so, a mutual friend. “Can you believe she lets her husband get away with that?” OR “I don’t think she works out as much as she claims.” OR “She must have family money.” You name it, women have said it.
For the first time in months, my kids got along the entire day. I have no idea if it’s related to “Fun Mom” day, but it was nice. More than nice. My son also seemed to go out of his way to help me around the house today.
On the ride home from camp, I let them in on today’s challenge. It’s not that my kids don’t have fun: I take them on adventures, they play sports, they have playdates, they perform shows for me and my husband, and the list goes on and on. They have a great life. But I usually take the backseat to their fun. “Go outside and play,” I tell them or “go upstairs and watch TV.” It’s not often that I’m an active participant. (See Day 1 of the challenge).
Today’s challenge was the least stressful of them all. It took me all of two minutes to set up an email account for my kids, with the hardest part being finding an available username. There’s nothing like a completely clean slate. This is a screenshot of my son’s account. Think about this: one email, with zero responsibilities. He has no one waiting for a response.
I’m feeling a bit emotional. I just wrote each of my children a letter, a love letter. Does the average person even write love letters anymore, or is it all reduced to emails and text messages? Somehow, going through your grandparents’ text exchanges doesn’t exactly convey the same romantic notions as the airmailed letters of yesteryear.
My kids could not understand the concept of a time capsule no matter how many times I explained it, so we watched a few videos on YouTube. In one, a man used a metal detector to find his time capsule, a re-purposed Dukes of Hazard lunchbox. When he finally opened it some twenty years later, with his young daughter along for the adventure, he discovered a decomposed Yankees hat, a photo where his image had been washed out, and some wet baseball cards.