Repacking The Trunk For Spring

Moms have to flow with the Seasons, no matter how weird Mother Nature is.  Many moms I know here, in New Jersey, have been reluctant to switch their kids’ clothes from Winter garb to Spring/Summer wear because it’s been a wonky Spring.  One day hot, one day chilly.  So when I switched Junior’s drawers over, I made sure there were one or two long-sleeved shirts left at the bottom and one or two pair of sweatpants.

Similarly, as many of us do, the contents of the family vehicle change with the Seasons as well. In winter, I haul snowbrushes, a small shovel, kitty litter (for traction), and blankets in case we get stuck someplace for an hour or two.  Come Spring, I ditch the shovel and kitty litter but check the supply of snacks in the trunk (again, just in case we get stuck) to make sure their expiration dates are okay. [Read more...]

Start Me Up

“Start Up Saturday” is my favorite day at my church, The Unitarian Universalist Congregation At Montclair.  It’s a day of training for those of us who are going to teach Religious Ed for the coming year, but more importantly, it’s a morning that mandates I be devoid of my family. 

Not that I don’t love my family, but I’m one of those moms who feels guilty when the world isn’t revolving around the kids.  Sick, huh?  I’m so busy doing, helping, placating, complaining that even when I’m alone, I’m usually performing some task for the family.  Like last night, when the kids were in bed and I was thinking, “Gee, I should fix the necklace my son broke (the necklace is his),” or “Hmm, I should get him packed for his sleepover tomorrow.”  I’m just started a good book, for goodness sake!  Yet I felt at fault for picking it up.  I forego many opportunities to get out, albeit to PTA functions, because my husband works late and getting a sitter can be expensive.  Yet sometimes I wonder if I selfishly just want to be with the kids a little more.  After all, in seven years, Junior will be graduating from high school, preparing for college.  Or perhaps I’m afraid of having nothing to say to other adults.  To some degree, I feel I’ve lost the ability to communicate freely with anyone over the age of 10.  That’s sad. [Read more...]

Minors Versus Majors? No Contest!

At the risk of sounding un-American, I am NOT a fan of Major League Baseball.  The amount of money paid these athletes/entertainers infuriates me.  The controversies regarding steroid use makes me sad (what a waste of human potential).  And the sum of money it takes for my family to go to a major league game sickens me.  When I tally up how much money it costs for gas, tolls, parking, tickets, food, and drinks when we go to a Yankees or Mets game, it just doesn’t add up to an enjoyable time. 

Fun is going to a minor league baseball game.

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A Traveling We Will Go

“Brrrrring!” It was after 9PM which, in a house with a preschooler, constitutes “late night.” Such phone calls are rare for us and it brought shivers down my spine. Was it an announcement of a death? Thank God, no. But it did change our summer.

The call came Tuesday night after regular season Little League had ended. “This is Coach B. We’d like your son to play travel baseball…..” The message was relayed with pomp and circumstance by my husband whose chest was puffed out like a crazed rooster displaying for a brood of hens. He did not, in all fairness, pose it as a fait accompli. He proposed it as a decision to be made by the Boy and his chauffeur (me, Mom).

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