My husband compares this to what it must be like to be a celebrity or a reality tv star. They take a snipit of your life and when it’s seen out of context, it gets totally blown out of proportion…..or people just interpret it the way that they want to, which is usually totally off base. I honestly find it comical. I seriously rarely drink. And by rarely, I mean a couple of times a month, if that. I find nothing at all wrong with drinking more than that, I just don’t.

I did get some snide remarks from a select few, but most people just think it’s pretty cool that my name was in a national magazine. That’s how I feel. However, it would have been even cooler to have mentioned Famojo or one of my other websites, like Mama Meetup, where moms meet at the park for Patron.

I admit I can be a real bitch when I don’t get enough sleep, but unfortunately for both of us, my son feeds off of it. He doesn’t cooperate and go along with me, instead he pushes every button he knows how to. So this morning, I lost it. I think the entire hour it took to feed the kids breakfast and get all 3 of us dressed before leaving for school, was spent yelling.  Great way to start the day, eh? I really don’t want to be that mom. I am not that mom. Some days are just worse than others, right?

Thankfully, I’m able to let go pretty easily and my son is very good about forgiving mommy and forgetting what a meanie I can be sometimes.  All’s well that ends well they say….as we had a cheery goodbye at school this morning. I walked down the hallway and out the double doors feeling fine after being smothered with a gazillion kisses and hugs from my boy.

As we were walking the streets of Tokyo, we turn a corner and decide to go down one of the small back streets. I smell this delicious Barbecue smell and my stomach starts growling. I knew this is where we were going to eat. There are these amazingly small restaurants filled with all the locals eating this yummy smelling food. John and I walk up and down the street to figure out which one we will choose. Finally after 5 times up and down the street, we pick one with the most “local” people and we sit down. We order a beer and some chicken. (mind you, the language is a little difficult)  The waiter/chef/dishwasher brings over a plate with two pieces of raw chicken to make sure this is what we want. We say, yes.  He comes back with a plate of chicken pieces with skin cooked, but cold. We then ask, “Barbecue?” He says, “No, we Chinese restaurant.”  We chose the wrong restaurant. Come to find out, the name of the street we were on is not so pleasantly called “Piss Alley”.

We ended up going to bed around 9:30pm and I think I was asleep before my head hit the pillow, but at 10:30pm we get a phone call from the front desk. Apparently, one of our friends was trying to do something nice for us for our 10 year anniversary by having a bottle of champagne for us when we arrived at the hotel. For some reason, it could not be done. So he had to wake us up to tell us.

“First I become a seed in your belly.
Then I grow to a baby.
And then I become a little boy.
And then I become a big boy.
And then I become a real real real daddy.”

The best part is that apparently he learned it all from me because he says so.  Wow, I’m good.

I debated whether or not I should show my “before” picture, in fear of possibly scarring any of you for life, but for the full effect of the review, it is necessary. So be warned, here is my hairy leg before using Nair Shower Power Exfoliating:

before

And just to show you that I actually did use this stuff:

Nair Shower Power

And now after:

after

You have to look closely. My legs are still a little hairy. I would, however, still wear shorts or a dress without feeling embarrassed (at least not due to the hairiness factor). It’s just not smooth like it is when I shave.

The end result is that unfortunately  it’s really not worth it. I’d rather take the 2 extra minutes to shave my legs so they don’t feel like a prickly pear. Isn’t part of the point of shaving to feel good? It’s not all about how it looks.

Sorry for the visual, but it was anything but effortless and graceful in the shower. I was standing in a very awkward position trying to avoid the shower stream from hitting my legs. I was also scared of getting the cream in my eyes or on my head and need I even mention my nether region? That’s a given. It says on the tube that you can use it for your bikini line. Um, I don’t think so. I wouldn’t get it anywhere near that area. Did I mention that it (the Nair) kinda burns???

Stick to shaving (or waxing), my friends! And if you want me to brave any other random products out there, let me know!

I remember exactly when I got it. It was the Christmas that I found out Santa didn’t really exist. My brother and I always woke up at the crack of dawn, much to my parents dismay. We would run to check what Santa had brought us before waking our parents.  I still remember the feeling when I saw it for the first time. My mouth must have dropped, maybe I fell on the floor. It was amazing. Santa had a dollhouse built especially for me.

It sat on this enormous table covered with green felt that served as grass and a stone fence with ping pong ball lights on top. No detail left unnoticed. It had a sidewalk and a picnic table. When I walked around to see inside, it was three stories high with electricity. Yes, the lights worked, they even dimmed. It had the most precious furniture….two sets of it.

Before I could even imagine Santa bringing it into the house, my brother blurted out “that’s not from Santa, I saw Dad  and Mom bringing it in last night.”  My childhood crushed in an instant.  At least I still had the dollhouse. I played for hours, days, weeks, months, years with this dollhouse. It has moved 3 times. Unfortunately, it has been in a basement covered with plastic for the last 20 years. So today, when we pulled it out, it was still amazing for me. That feeling came back from that Christmas so many years ago.  I am so glad that I can share this with my daughter. I know that it will need a little updating.  It is 30 years old.

Despite all of that, I do actually enjoy the weekends because the mornings are not a mad rush to get my kid out the door for camp. We can relax in the morning and anyone that knows me can attest to the fact that I’m all about chilling out. Believe it or not, I also like the chance to hang out with my big boy. When he’s not pretending he is a scary super hero dragon monster or having a tantrum or whining fit,  he is actually  really very sweet and charming. And funny. Yes, he is very, very funny and makes me laugh a lot.

My boys also play really wonderfully together. They adore one another. It certainly takes the pressure off of me to be their only playmate when we’re just hanging around the house. On weekends we also occasionally have family play dates.  Tonight my husband and I are actually even going out ALONE. As in, WITHOUT offspring. Wow, we rarely get that chance!

So yeah, I guess I can say “TGIF” and mean it. More time with my family and moving at a more relaxed pace!

Have a great weekend, everyone!