Tuesday, June 11, 2013

I'm thinking of a number...

... between 3 and 5. In other words, I am thinking of number 4, because I am pregnant with our fourth child! It was completely unplanned. But, then again, sex with 3 small children in the house always is: both you and your husband have to be both willing and able, the kids have to be either away or otherwise engaged, and you both have to master the stealth of ninjas, so that, should your children decide their otherwise engagement is no longer engaging and they desperately need to get your attention in that instant, you do not give away your location prematurely by panting or any other noise you would, under normal circumstances, love to hear from your partner and make yourself. And so, sex in our household has been AAA for many a year: accident, adventure and acrobatics. And all that application of imagination, inventiveness and creativity has another benefit - it will keep our minds sharp and Alzheimer's free!

If you are among those parents fortunate enough to have relatives within the 2-hour-drive radius or financial flexibility to afford a babysitter on regular basis, than you probably have no idea what I'm talking about :)

In any case, just when we got rid of diapers, gave away all the baby clothes and most of baby furniture and other accessories, we need them all again!

Monday, February 18, 2013

It's gas gas gas

I looked awesome today! I wore gorgeous open-toed pumps with deliciously high heels, tight jeans (hey! three kids later and being almost forty I can still fit in them and wear them without anybody cringing, so I might as well brag), phenomenal peach-colored shirt I borrowed from my niece (a year and a half ago), super cool hip length light brown jacket with zippers galore giving it super stylish look, and, curtesy of my in-laws being here, I even had time to put make-up on this morning. In other words, I was sexy and I knew it!

... Until I went to the gas station to fill up. When the tank was full and the click sounded, I pulled the hose out of the tank opening thinking it's ok to do so. Except, the gas was still coming out and so a huge gash sprayed - no, make that WASHED - the whole left side of my car, the roof, my hands, my jeans and my I'll-whip-you-and-you'll-love-it shoes! Some of it even landed on my hair and lips! I think that half the gas station fell over with laughter.

Aaaand that's how, in a blink of a second, I went from 'sexy' to 'smelly and I know it'.

Monday, February 11, 2013

Ok. Alright, ALRIGHT! I admit it! I bought four pairs of shoes today. Yes, four. In one shopping. And before you point your finger at me and start yelling: "Are you insane??!", yes, I do remember that I break even every month and that my debt is the value of a new bathroom. But do you remember that I am a mother of three, all under the age of nine, I spend 8 hours and 45 minutes at work 5 days a week and first and foremost I AM a woman? I don't take daily lattes, I do my hair once a year, and i do my manicure myself (with my teeth). So for this mother, shoes are better than chocolate. Better than Sangria. Better than Epidural, and Epidural is like Nirvana,  for crying out loud! And it's not like  I starved my kids or even deprived them of their allowance. I didn't even break the bank really. The total tally was $60, and I think that 4-pairs-for-$60 should earn me a spot in the Hall of Fame of Savvy Shoppers. And look at them. Just look at them! I spent thirty minutes in the store doing nothing but pushing them around in the cart drooling and battling my sense of guilt. I am about to spend about $600 on my kids' birthday party next weekend and phenomenal shoes are not on my list of items for party favors, but, hey, I'm working so hard for each and every birthday party of theirs and don't I deserve a party favor, too?

Saturday, January 26, 2013

Goooood morning, Saturday!

It is a rainy, gloriously gloomy day here in San Diego. The landscape is full of dark greens and browns and autumn yellows, set against the background of pale gray sky. A whispy fog envelops the trees on the hills that surround me. The sound of the blessed water falling provides the soundtrack and the rhythm for this day.

I used to get so depressed on rainy days, and only the sun could infuse me with energy, but it all changed when I moved to San Diego. Here, it seems, I can see beauty in everything. This place is filled with colors so vibrant, sounds so motivating, people so positive, that life is simply continuously livable and nothing seems impossible.

What that means for me as a parent is that all these fears I have daily, from the moment I learnt I was pregnant the first time, cannot paralyze me.


"At least I have her love
The city - she loves me" :)

Friday, January 25, 2013

The blogger career - day two

Being a parent here, in the States, can be so isolating, especially if your kids are little. Whether you are working or not, you spend every waking moment tending to their needs: you feed them and clean their rooms and clothes, you help them with their homework and projects, you take them to all these after-school activities to supplement their, at best, moderate amount of education while at the same time give them the opportunity to socialize more (as you know, play dates over the week are so rare, the idea is almost a taboo), you tend to their emotional needs, you teach them social skills, you love them relentlessly and non-stop, and then you practically whip them to bed because you are dead on your feet and you need them to fall asleep right that minute and instantaneously, and if you still have a drop of energy left you use it to take a proper bath, or (hey, a treat!) if both you and your spouse have a drop of energy left you use it for a memorable quickie; the weekends are for catching up on all the chores you couldn't fit over the week and for family time and play dates; and proper romancing and love-making is probably left for time of company bonuses or tax returns, because your nearest relatives live in three different states, each state tree states away, most of your friends have multiple kids of their own, so adding to their own herds just feels wrong, and you can only budget in a babysitter when you get additional income.

And that's why I decided to blog. I hate isolation, even a temporary one :)

PS I am soooo glad I'm not in school any more. I'd totally get an F for lack of sentence structure :)

Thursday, January 24, 2013

Today is the day...

My dearest sisters and brothers in parenthood,

as you know yourselves, parenthood is a fantastic journey, a genetically imprinted urge, a choice, an overwhelming desire, a permanent job, an indescribable joy, an inexhaustible source of fear, the best motivator, and, well, a hood. As in "a covering for the head and neck with an opening for the face, typically forming part of a coat or sweatshirt" and in "a neighborhood, esp. one's own neighborhood". And you, along with my husband and children, are the members of that hood of mine.

Every now and then I post something about my kids and my parenting experiences on Facebook, but I came to realize that Facebook doesn't provide enough space for everything I want to share with you about my journey, about my life as a mother. So, a while ago I decided to open this blog, this HOOD, solely dedicated to sharing with you the mother that I am, and learn from you about the parents that you are.

Love you all most sincerely,