Yes, I basically lived in the bathroom the entire time and yes, I definitely saw improvement in my hair and skin but that was all expected. What I didn’t expect to happen though was…
… for my mood swings to (ahem, noticeably) decrease. I kid you not, it was like a black veil was lifted from in front of me and suddenly the birds were singing and the sun was brighter (fine, it wasn’t that dramatic, but I did notice the sun okay?).
… to become less sluggish. Three months ago my mornings basically consisted of me tucked beneath my sheets, hot tea in hand crying “why have you abandoned us” to the moon and yelling at my daughter to make sure she didn’t forget to put random things in her backpack. Now in the mornings i’m actually up and out of bed and physically running after my daughter (while I yell at her to put random things to put in her backpack).
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This weekend was spent getting a much needed massage at the spa followed by a low key dinner with some friends. The topic of the evening was: if there was a war and we had to live abroad what would we do for money? Sadly, that was the evening we all realized how little skills we had and settled on hairstylist, shawarma stand owner and english tutor!
Anyway, I try to fit in a massage every week but unfortunately with a young kid and a full time job that can be hard to do. This was a lesson I learned early on from my mother who always stressed the importance of getting regular massages for stress relief and blood flow. I can’t tell you guys how much it has helped over the years! What are some of the best spas you’ve been to around the world?
…. your New Years Eve plans have been sorted, you’re welcome
…. and check out the most expensive house in the world
… this Finnish journalist’s opinion on the crucial mistake American’s make in how they view life
… do we love or hate this leather jacket?
My little one is turning seven soon and I know how cliche this is, but it’s happening too fast! I’ve noticed so many new things being introduced to her like feeling stressed, bullying and a need to fit in (whether it be through her clothes, backpacks or what shows she likes to watch.) I noticed it the most this Halloween when I knew she desperately wanted to go as a superhero but opted for a more gender-neutral costume (vampire) so as not to be laughed at by the girls in the class (and also went with nothing princess-y so that she could still hold up her tomboy image with the boys). For this six year old nugget, the struggle was SO real last weekend!
But back to this weekend, when she asked me a very important question (one, I hate to admit, I struggled to answer). My daughter has always had a huge phobia of the water and still doesn’t know how to swim (which gives me drowning-related anxiety attacks mid-night, most nights) and I’ve tried taking her to several different classes (kicking and screaming, mind you) and this weekend was our attempt with instructor number four. This time the poor angel didn’t fight me, instead she solemnly nodded and said “I know mama, I really need to learn this time. But what do I tell myself when i’m scared but I still have to do something?”
What do you guys think? What mantras or statements do you teach your kids when they feel this way (whether it be tackling a phobia or going to the doctor or dentist)?
I’ve read one too many articles on how to live life and what my priorities should be but i’ve never connected with their ideas as much as I did with the list of nine pieces of advice given by musician Tim Minchin during his honorary Doctor of Letters acceptance speech.
The part that spoke most to me was learning to focus passionately on smaller short term goals rather than one big long term “dream”. It never occured to me that it was okay to not have a dream (which was a self-imposed requirement I constantly pressured myself with).
What part spoke to you the most?
My favorite season is finally upon us and one of my favorite things to do on weekend mornings when skies are gray and rain is crashing against the windows of my bedroom is read. And what better genre to read as the storm brews outside than can’t-put-me-down page turning thrillers? Here are the last three thrillers I couldn’t put down…
Behind Closed Doors – This one is a light read that hits the ground running from page one. The novel is about Grace, who seems to have the perfect life; she’s married to a handsome man, lives in a beautiful home, and always looks enviably well-kept but…. (yes ladies, we all know there’s a catch when a handsome man with a mansion shows up). Grace doesn’t have a cellphone and she never shows up for the plans she makes. I was desperate to find out what Grace was hiding and so will you.
All The Missing Girls – This book hit me hard in the nostalgia organ. Nicolette is forced back to the small town she managed to escape from 10 years ago (will the past just get over itself and leave us be?) to face her demons. These demons come in the form of a dead father, her best friend (the damaged, popular girl who is naturally, too hot for her own benefit) and the first love she thought she had gotten over (insert eye roll, snorting, and hysterical sobbing).
We Need to Talk About Kevin – I don’t know how dark and disturbed you guys are, but sometimes I like to take things a bit too far. This book is a perfect example of one that will traumatize you for the next six to eight months (at least). The novel is told through letters written by a woman to her husband about their son Kevin. It is fantastically written and not for the faint of heart.
What are some of your favorite thrillers?
Happy first day of November!
I was in my car the other day listening to the latest Sam Smith song and I just couldn’t stop thinking of lovely winter destinations. One specific memory did come to mind of a trip I took a few years ago to Amsterdam where we visited a small fishermen’s village called Volendam.
Everything about it was breathtaking; the small boats on the harbor, the tiny colorful houses and the outdoor restaurants that lined the dock and overlooked the sea. I was told by a local there that Van Gogh would often visit Volendam when he was searching for inspiration.
Here’s a short video of what the village is like.
What’s your favorite winter destination?
It begins at an outdoor café while you’re working for a month in central Mexico. From one table away, you zero in on his brown forearm, the two black cuffs tattooed around it. You want to touch those cuffs, encircle his arm with your hands. Soon you’ll learn the word esposas, which means both “handcuffs” and “wives,” but today you know only polite Spanish, please-and-thank-you Spanish. You smile at him until he approaches. When he asks if you have a boyfriend, you start to cry and can’t stop. You want to explain something to him — that you loved someone the way a dog loves her owner — but the only available language is snot. He holds a cocktail napkin to your nose. “Blow,” he says. For a second, you think he’s serious. Then you laugh so hard you feel something shift, the way the sky shifts from blue to pink.
…continue reading Language Acquisition by Diana Spechler here.