So my daughter (Bel) came home from  school super upset last week cause this girl who’s a known bully but is friends with a lot of Bel’s  friends (so Bel tries to keep it friendly) has decided to move on to a new way to make people feel bad. She went from making clubs and telling people they aren’t In the club anymore to making lists and crossing people off as she sees fit.

Is it possible to hate a 7 year old?

I told my daughter to ignore the girl and be friends with who she wants.  Even as I say that I know how much easier it is to say it then it is to do it. Especially when you are seven.

Anyone have any good advice to give a 7 year old when her friends are being mean?

About a year and a half ago I decided that I really missed my friends. I mean, we get together but it’s usually with the kids and we hang for a couple hours and then that’s it. So I organized a book club. I asked my friends that enjoy reading if they would like to join and most of them said sure. It started with 6 of us and only 3 of us really read the books we picked for the first 2 months. I held it at my house and everyone brought their kids and they all play in the family room or the back yard. Everyone brought a dish and a bottle of wine, or a couple beers and we sat and ate and talked about the book for 30 minutes or so and then talked about life for another 2 hours. Then we picked another book and made another date. Now everyone is reading the books, and we picked up a couple more people on the way. Also, we now go to brunch without the kids because honestly, my house was a disaster after everyone left and my husband would be annoyed because we would have to clean. So brunch has been better because we go out for a couple hours and then we pick a book and a date and a place and meet again in a month. I look forward to these brunch dates and so does everyone else!

Book Club has been great. I love all those girls so much and it’s really nice to just get together and talk. I really do recommend starting one with your friends if you like to read!

Lately I have been feeling not the greatest. This was the first holiday without my Dad. My mom isn’t doing so great but she also isn’t ready to leave the house up there. She’s hoping her oldest son can buy it somehow. Even though he doesn’t have a job. I guess they are saying that his wife’s mom will co sign with them. So I guess she’s hoping for the possibility that they will just take it over and she can leave. She’s stressed though and she calls me when she’s angry and she has a few to many beers and vents. I listen cause I really do love her and I really don’t want to push her to so something she’s not ready for. I feel like it’s taking a toll on me though. Then I get mad at myself.

I’ll give you a quick over view. My oldest brother molested me and my sister when we were younger. It took me 20 years to say anything to my parents and when I did, it didn’t matter… I wrote about it in my book on amazon https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07J486XGH  Among other things that happen in my life… Anyway, Once I told my parents about my oldest brother who lives in the other half of their house, he threatened my family. If we ever came up there he would come after us. So I told my parents that. Their answer was to come down (we live 3.5 hours away) and visit us twice a year. Once during the summer when I throw a family picnic and then for Thanksgiving. For the past few years my father would ask us why we never came to visit them anymore and I would remind him that the people that live in the other half of their house threatened us… They would act confused, like the completely forgot and then they would go home until the next time they visited.

So whenever my mom used to complain about my oldest brother I would tell her I didn’t want to hear it. Now with my father being gone, I feel like I need to be there for her to have someone to vent to. Honestly, it feels like I am not important to her at all. Then I wonder why I even want her to come down and live by us? Like what is wrong with me?

So the holiday’s happen and I just wasn’t feeling happy. I told my husband that I think it’s time I really find someone to talk to and he said that he would help me.

I have a super supportive husband, we have 2 amazing children, 2 chunky pit bulls and a turtle. We worked our way up and bought our first house together almost 5 years ago. We are both still motivated and we motivate each other to continue to grow. We love each other still, more and more every day. My sister lives not far from us with her daughter and we have dinners at least once a week, we celebrate all our holidays and birthdays together. We help each other out. Plus, my husbands family is super supportive and not far away either so we spend a lot of time with them also. I mean we really built a great family life together. Plus, we have a great group of friends.  In that sense I am beyond happy, blessed and grateful.

My husband has called all over town and the surrounding towns and every single psychiatrist  that is in network with our insurance has a wait list or isn’t accepting new patients. So I am on a wait list for at least 6 weeks. It’s just really crazy. I can’t believe the lack of mental health support there is. Is this how it is all over? It’s so wrong. This happen to me a couple years ago too and the same thing happen and I ended up giving up and carrying on but this time I really feel like I need to talk to someone. So I wait, I guess.

I’m okay for now but hopefully I will get a call soon.

Yesterday was crazy hair day at school. I don’t know why the school does this to the parents. Pajama day is so much easier. Crazy hair day in my house means that we have to google lots of crazy hair ideas the night before  and then scroll through all the images until we can agree on something that is manageable in 15 minutes or less. My son does not take part in this, be prefers to wing it in the morning.

My daughter decided on a spider style complete with 8 legs / braids. Then we had to search her room for the bun hair thingy.

Once I brushed her hair I put it in a high ponytail and put the bun sponge whatever it is in. I spread her hair around it and secured it with another hair tie. Then I went to work braiding 8 arms. It was more time consuming than I imagined. This is the finished product:

Then we made eyeballs and stuck them on the front with a little tape.

My son decided that he wanted a Legos in his hair. So my husband spend the morning gluing Lego men to hair clips. This is what it looked like when finished:

Of course we got to school and my Daughter decided that she wasn’t actually sure she liked her hair… but she went anyway. All in all the kids hair came out pretty good. However, I am pretty sure I forgot to brush my hair, I am wearing two different color socks, and I forgot to finish my makeup… But I am dressed. And we all (barely) made it to school and work on time. So there’s that. I’m hoping the next school thing is hat day… That is so much easier!

*** These are not my children, I couldn’t upload the pictures I took of them so I googled the pictures I used when doing my kids hair.

I guess It all started when I was younger. I use to hang out at the train station and smoke cigarettes and write for hours. Sometimes my friends and I would go hang out there.  We were so dumb.  One time my friend and I tried to stand as close as possible to the platform ledge when a train went by. I look back on it now like we were so stupid. We could have died or been seriously hurt. And that was only one incident.

As we got older we would go and walk down the tracks to the bridge and sit underneath it while the trains went over. One time we had a bunch to drink and we stood on the tracks while a train was coming to see who would stay on the longest. I won but again, what the fuck was I thinking??

I wasn’t around trains for a long time until we moved to Stamford and I had to cross the tracks everyday. No joke, almost every day, no matter what time I left my house, I would get stuck at the train tracks. Then we moved to Norwalk and I very rarely cross tracks but when I do, you can bet I get stuck at the train stop 8 times out of 10. It’s actually a joke between my husband and me.

With all this time sitting at the train tracks I have decided that this will probably be how I will die. I will be sitting in a park in the middle of no where and a train will fly off a track and land directly on me. And that will be my life.

It’s just a theory but seriously, why a train?

This is the recipe we used.

My daughter made slime at school last Thursday and they sent home a piece of paper with the ingredients on it. She was so excited and she begged me to make slime with her and her brother this past weekend. I was like sure, we have nothing planned except hanging around the house and running a few errands so it would give us something to do together. Saturday morning we went out and ran our errands and picked up the ingredients. When we got home, I was tired but I figured that we should make the slime first so that way we have it out of the way and they can play with it.

I have never made slime before. My kids didn’t really have any desire to make it or play with it so I guess I kind of lucked out until this past weekend. First off, it gets freaking everywhere. I mean it’s made with Glue and shaving cream and you have to stir it for a loooong time… And then pour it out and knead it. We added food coloring for color and sparkles because I hate myself. I don’t know why teachers would do this with children, or how they get through something like this with out screaming at everyone. Hell, I broke out the bourbon half way through. My son complained his arms hurt and his neck hurt from kneading the slime for 10 minutes… And in the first 5 minutes I was cursing myself out for making such a huge ass mess that I would have to clean up…

Eventually it all came together and the kids actually made some slime that stuck together and not to everything else. And then they actually played with it for most of the day after that. They liked it so much that we made another batch Sunday but this time we knew what we were getting into and we were a little more prepared for it. It went smoother and then we ran out of ingredients (thank the lord).

Will we make slime again? Probably. Will this be a weekly thing? Absolutely the fuck not.

Jar

Crush a bunch of garlic. Throw it in.

Fresh dill. A couple stems. Throw it in.

Vodka. Pour over.

Place in fridge for a week.

My recommended drink:

A teaspoon or so of honey. I microwave for 5-10 seconds to get it soft.

1 or 2 shots of garlic vodka.  Depending on your mood.

Juice if one or two lemons. Depending on how many shots.

Shake of salt.

Combine and stir.

Fill cup with ice.

Enjoy.

Garlic vodka also works really well in a  Bloody Mary.

Next I will be cutting up jalapenos and pouring tequila over it. I hope this will be spicy so I can make spicy margaritas! I’ll post how it goes.