I really love to know how other mothers are living their lives: working full-time, mom-preneaurs; part-timers; stay-at-home raising their kids themselves moms; moms who are not working outside the home but still have nannies; single moms and any other type of mom I may have left out.
I want to know:
- how are you managing your time
- how often you have date nights with hubby (or sex) and do you even want to
- how firm or soft are you on your nannies/babysitters
- are you a blogger and why?
- how do you feel about working and raising your children
- are you content; happy; in-love; feel you're on top of everything
- are you lonely; do you have enough friends; do you still hang with the girls
- what are the expectations of play dates - are you involved in the date or do you let the children play on their own; how do you make play dates for your child and how often?
- do you feel responsible for everything in your household
- how or why did you decide to work or not to work
- are you living your passion or are you paying the bills
- have you made new mom friends, and what have felt about making mom friends
- how do you spend your days? Are you and your kids on a schedule? What time do your kids sleep? How much time do you get to sleep?
- do your kids listen to you? Do you yell at your kids? Do you feel your discipline methods work? Do you feel like you're always saying "no?"
- what are the secrets to your success
- what areas would you like to see an improvement in
Feel free to email me!
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Sunday, June 10, 2007
A Chance Encounter of Two Moms
The other day while pampering myself with a manicure on the UWS I noticed a pregnant woman having herself pedicure. She had a sweet freckled face, shoulder length shiny black hair (pregnancy does that to you)and was wearing comfortable cotton long white sleeve Tee and black pants. Moments later, I see what I think is the same pregnant woman but she's wearing a black Tee. After thinking I'm completely whacked, I realize that I'm now facing two pregnant women who could be sisters - only one is wearing a white T and the other a black one. They however have not noticed each other.
Finding this encounter most coincidental, I say, "Hello, meet your twin!" Both taken back with my forthcoming observation, they also did a double-take.
But the serendipity of the meeting doesn't stop there. After a few exchanges, they found out they have more in common than their 34-weeks of pregnancy. They're both teachers, live on the UWS, have husbands in finance and plan not to work after their first-borns. The chatting didn't stop there, and all the while I was silently smiling about this good deed that I brought to these two women - friendship. A new mom friend, a new mom best friend who lived nearby. These women should be singing my praises I thought. But to my dismay as they departed they did not exchange cards, phone numbers, email addresses or even last names. All they managed to say is "I'll see you around in the hood." What?, I say to myself? What the heck are you doing? "No,oooo - hurry, quick, get out a pen and write down every bit of information you can, because whether you think you have enough friends or not, after that baby is born, you'll be crying out for one another."
Having mom friends are essential to your sanity, to your well-being, and to your mom savvy-ness.
The meeting of these two women was organically perfect for a fabulous friendship to spring and grow. Little did they know or realize the loneliness or frustration the almost always come with it, and little did they understand that having just one mom friend who is accessible can make all the difference to their mommy disposition and contentment.
I ask myself, should I have spoken up for their shyness and told them, "Stop right there and exchange information, damnit! or I will for you." I didn't though... because of my own shyness about making a new mom friend.
Finding this encounter most coincidental, I say, "Hello, meet your twin!" Both taken back with my forthcoming observation, they also did a double-take.
But the serendipity of the meeting doesn't stop there. After a few exchanges, they found out they have more in common than their 34-weeks of pregnancy. They're both teachers, live on the UWS, have husbands in finance and plan not to work after their first-borns. The chatting didn't stop there, and all the while I was silently smiling about this good deed that I brought to these two women - friendship. A new mom friend, a new mom best friend who lived nearby. These women should be singing my praises I thought. But to my dismay as they departed they did not exchange cards, phone numbers, email addresses or even last names. All they managed to say is "I'll see you around in the hood." What?, I say to myself? What the heck are you doing? "No,oooo - hurry, quick, get out a pen and write down every bit of information you can, because whether you think you have enough friends or not, after that baby is born, you'll be crying out for one another."
Having mom friends are essential to your sanity, to your well-being, and to your mom savvy-ness.
The meeting of these two women was organically perfect for a fabulous friendship to spring and grow. Little did they know or realize the loneliness or frustration the almost always come with it, and little did they understand that having just one mom friend who is accessible can make all the difference to their mommy disposition and contentment.
I ask myself, should I have spoken up for their shyness and told them, "Stop right there and exchange information, damnit! or I will for you." I didn't though... because of my own shyness about making a new mom friend.
Tuesday, June 5, 2007
Thoughts on Carrie B. & Blogging
I think the character on Sex N the City, Carrie Bradshaw, was the one of the origins that spawned the passion for blogging (hey it's just a thought). After all, she made the columnist's life quite appealing. And, let's face it, if we could live our ideal character life's, Carrie's wouldn't seem so bad.
For one, apparently she gets to live a fab life on a columnist's salary in one of the most notoriously fab's city, NYC. She hardly ever seems that ruffled about too much. In fact, at times, she's content and happy. However she does have her contemplating moments that are seriously expressed in her well-known fab column. She's paid to voice her insights, observations and concerns to the world. What's more empowering than having people wanting to read your thoughts, your words of intellect, wisdom, inspiration or even your rants? (A blog, perhaps?)
Another point not to miss is many of the perks that seem to come with her life.
Did you say, Manolo as in Blahnik? Not only does she have this infinite collection that could turn her rare NYC walk-in wardrobe into a mini-walk-up boutique, she actually wears every pair and can languidly walk all over in the city without a complaint.
On a less superficial level, Carrie also has three uniquely beautiful and true friends that are never to busy to be by her side. Meeting for breakfast, lunch, drinks and dinner, the four never seem to have any of the normal logistical and economical complications that most New Yorkers face when they don't live in the same neighborhood.
Finally, Carrie has a fab body without breaking a sweat that looks good in any wacky trendy couture or vintage outfit.
In sum, Carrie's character was and remains an inspiration to many of us NY gals (in particular). She had the guys the best girlfriends, the shoes and her articulately insightful column that talked about the one thing that many of us girls have been interested in since we were thirteen - the hope and sustainability of true love. Although Carrie now lives in the syndicated world, she and her friends are still highly revered, memorable and aspirational to many us who watch her at 11pm with commericials.
For one, apparently she gets to live a fab life on a columnist's salary in one of the most notoriously fab's city, NYC. She hardly ever seems that ruffled about too much. In fact, at times, she's content and happy. However she does have her contemplating moments that are seriously expressed in her well-known fab column. She's paid to voice her insights, observations and concerns to the world. What's more empowering than having people wanting to read your thoughts, your words of intellect, wisdom, inspiration or even your rants? (A blog, perhaps?)
Another point not to miss is many of the perks that seem to come with her life.
Did you say, Manolo as in Blahnik? Not only does she have this infinite collection that could turn her rare NYC walk-in wardrobe into a mini-walk-up boutique, she actually wears every pair and can languidly walk all over in the city without a complaint.
On a less superficial level, Carrie also has three uniquely beautiful and true friends that are never to busy to be by her side. Meeting for breakfast, lunch, drinks and dinner, the four never seem to have any of the normal logistical and economical complications that most New Yorkers face when they don't live in the same neighborhood.
Finally, Carrie has a fab body without breaking a sweat that looks good in any wacky trendy couture or vintage outfit.
In sum, Carrie's character was and remains an inspiration to many of us NY gals (in particular). She had the guys the best girlfriends, the shoes and her articulately insightful column that talked about the one thing that many of us girls have been interested in since we were thirteen - the hope and sustainability of true love. Although Carrie now lives in the syndicated world, she and her friends are still highly revered, memorable and aspirational to many us who watch her at 11pm with commericials.
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