Author: Melissa

last thanksgiving

3_3 Last year we didn’t have Thanksgiving because our family went to India. I was really sad, at first. It was my first Thanksgiving without my family, away from home, with no turkey or, more tragically, Mom’s famous sausage stuffing.

Instead, we spent Thanksgiving Day driving 150 miles north from New Delhi. We had just completed a 20-hour plane ride with a three-year-old and four-year-old. (And did I mention I was 5 months pregnant?) I was not looking forward to this final leg of our journey. The drive took 9 hours and took us through many villages and small towns. And what I saw along the way will stick with me for the rest of my life.

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simple pleasures to be thankful for

sipping a steaming hot Starbucks Peppermint Mocha on a cold day

cuddling

finding the perfect gift for someone – that happens to also be an awesome bargain

flipping through the channels and discovering a favorite movie you haven't seen in forever

a home filled to the brim with family

warm, fuzzy socks

when the laundry is done and the house clean

soaking in a hot bath

baby giggles (and kid giggles)

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it seemed like a relatively safe winter sport….

Husband was visiting the office in Switzerland and the guys there decided to take them out on the town to do something 'Swiss. Where did they go?

Curling!

Do you remember watching this on the Olympics and saying, "That doesn't look so hard! I could do that! Maybe I could be in the Olympics!" Its like shuffleboard, on ice.  It certainly looks a lot safer than the luge or ski jumping, both of which my husband would gleefully try, probably while not wearing a helmet.

Apparently it was a lot harder than it looks! Particularly the "not falling down" part. And the "not falling down while you're laughing at other people who fell down" part. Not to mention the smart mouth comments they had to endure from their wives when they came home complaining about their butts hurting because they fell down so much. Plus I'm sure those Swiss guys got a good laugh at these crazy Americans 😉

Husband    Stones  Ontheice   

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fridayyyyyyyy!!!!!!

Husband comes home from Europe today! And he's bringing the camera!

You don't know how much you miss something until its gone!

(Of course I'm talking about my husband and not the camera! Why would you think otherwise?)

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No fabulously frugal friday this week, folks.

Yesterday got a little crazy when I discovered that Ellie's Thanksgiving play required her to have a costume! Whoops! Must have missed that note home. Good thing I overheard some other moms talking!

Anyway, I spent all last night throwing together an Indian costume made out of a brown pillowcase, which I will have to take a picture of. I am pretty darn proud of myself. Thank goodness she didn't want to be a pilgrim, that's all I can say. 

By the way, do not say "Indian" in front of today's elementary school student. You will promptly be reminded that they are "Native Americans, Mom!" Well, ex-cuse me! 

And, having learned my lesson at the Halloween parade, we will be leaving for the play approximately one hour before it starts. I prefer to park in the same zip code as the elementary school.

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Its snowing!! Now our kids are convinced that its Christmas! In a way it is, since now I can no longer see the eleventy jillion leaves covering our yard. Out of sight, out of mind
😉

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Who saw Twilight? Was it good? I can't wait!! Unfortunately the only movie we will be going to see this weekend will be Bolt or possibly Madagascar 2 since I'm thinking the girls might not be ready for vampires yet!

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surviving a traveling husband

Staying at home with three kids by myself while my husband is traveling for work is quite a trip for me as well. Usually by the end of the week, I was exhausted, the house is a disaster and patience had left the building. But, over time,  I've learned a few little tricks and developed a good attitude about his traveling.

Sticker Charts
Each girl gets a piece of paper with their name on it and we hang them up on the wall of the kitchen. At the end of the week when Daddy comes home, the kids are thrilled to show him all of the stickers they earned by quick obedience, being loving, doing chores, etc.

Quick meals

I’m totally not motivated to cook when my husband is gone. And my kids love it. Meals like breakfast for dinner, hot dogs, quesadillas, and grilled cheese are easy, (somewhat) nutritious, and don’t require lots of cooking or clean up. Paper plates are your friends.

Plan, plan, plan

The time between dinner and bedtime can drag like you would not believe. Planning will save your sanity. The first night he is gone, we go to the library to get new books and movies. We have Popcorn Pajama Parties, where the kids and I pile up on the couch in our pjs and watch a movie.  We’ll snuggle up in my bed and read books all evening.  Sometimes when I need to get out of the house we’ll head over to Barnes and Noble or Ikea.

Then have a backup plan

Pick up a movie or toy on sale and save it for when you really, really need it. If your kids love stickers, have a stash of stickers handy. My kids love to color, so I pick up new coloring books at the Dollar Store to pull out on a particularly long night.

Strength in numbers

Send out an SOS email – there is probably another mom who has a traveling husband too! Get together! One mom brings the nuggets, the other brings the french fries, the kids get entertained and you get some adult conversation!

The day of…

I try to make sure Husband does not come home to a disaster. I clean the house during the afternoon on the day he is coming home. My kids like to “help” me, by dusting or cleaning up their room. Then I get the kids bathed and dressed in their pajamas and get dinner made.  That way, when he is home, we can all just relax.

It’s so tempting to make my husband feel guilty when he travels. He’s jetting around Europe, going to amazing restaurants, not to mention sleep in a hotel room with no kids waking him up all night. I’m stuck at home with the kids, eating fish sticks. Again. But he’s not on vacation. He’s super busy on these trips and usually comes home exhausted and jet lagged.

One of my favorite cookbooks is Barefoot Contessa at Home and this quote from the introduction really spoke to me: “Most weeks, Jeffrey has been around the world and back and when he walks in that door, I want him to feel that he's really home. What he doesn't realize is that what feels very casual is, in fact, quite deliberate: the music is playing, all the lights are on, there are flowers everywhere, and chicken and onions are roasting in the oven.” And I realized that is what I wanted for my husband. Do I want him to dread the chaos he is coming home to? Or do I want him to walk in the door wanting to be nowhere else in the world? And a few tricks to save my sanity and one afternoon of cleaning make that possible.

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my glass feels half empty today

My car wouldn't start this morning. And its pretty much gone downhill from there. Mainly because of my attitude.

I think I need to regroup. Maybe I'll take a hot shower while my kids watch a movie or something. I've got to pull it together or it is going to be one long day.

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i need a good lie

I have a bump on my forehead.
Everyone keeps asking me what happened.
I need something exciting, like diving in front of a bus to save a child or getting mugged. Because what actually happened is…

I walked into a wall.

Its a little embarrassing. And I'm getting tired of people snickering at me when I tell them 😉

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