April 14, 2014
It's been a rough two weeks around these parts. While the snow has been melting and flowers blooming the cooties has taken up residence in here. Gross.
It started two weeks ago when I was awoken at 2am with the words no parent wants to hear..."Mommy, I threw up." My first instinct is always to go and soothe them, get them cleaned up, everything wiped down and ease them back into bed. I will them toss and turn while thoughts in my head move from, "Maybe she just ate something bad", to "Crap, do I have any meeting tomorrow?" Three hours later the same thing is heard from her room. The sheets are once again stripped, because she missed the bucket, and I try to soothe her that it will be ok.
I make the dreaded call into work. I won't be in. I will miss that important meeting. My child is sick and needs me. The day will be filled with the basics of the BRAT diet. For those of you who don't have children it is not a description of my child but the recommended diet of doctors - bananas, rice, applesauce and toast. Blander than bland. She will sit on the couch and binge watch "Good Luck, Charlie" and I will write emails and continuously sterilize my house.
By 2pm she is out running around with the neighbors kids. Can she be better that quick? Was she faking? No, "Good Luck, Charlie" is not that good of a show. She wouldn't miss a whole day to watch it. Would she?
Nope. She was sick. An email from the teacher confirmed it later that several kids were out with the same thing. I wash her backpack and wipe down her folders, you know, just in case. When her brother gets home they greet each other with a giant kiss and I can do nothing but think that I will need to clear my meetings for the next week.
Yes, he does get sick. Days later with something completely different. I will save that story for another day.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go bathe my children in Lysol.
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October 22, 2020
I just read an article that sounded – to me at least – like “a canary in a coal mine” or an early warning of danger. This piece, written by Joe Pompeo, appeared in the May 2020 issue of Vanity Fair magazine with the title “The British Tabloid Invasion” and a subtitle that read, “How the Daily Mail is conquering American gossip.”
The paparazzi horde, La Dolce Vita, 1960 – photo courtesy of Vanity Fair
October 14, 2020
Apparently the good old U.S. is a nation of “not great” sleepers. Really? And I thought I was the only one! According to a recent study by the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention it was revealed that one out of three Americans are chronically sleep-deprived. Yikes!
October 06, 2020
I think we’re all taken by the incredible mystique of the famous French fashion house, Hermès that has been with us for two centuries and is still owned and operated by the same family. From its beginnings in fine equestrian leather goods, they are – in the tumultuous year 2020 – best known for their handbags and many other items.
My image of Hermès has always been rarified products at equally rarified prices so imagine my surprise when I recently received a very stylish publication of theirs in the mail.