What a smurfy morning

My mother used to make us breakfast every morning. EVERY MORNING. I can remember waking up at 6am, laying in bed, and listening to the dishes clink as she cleaned out the dishwasher and made us breakfast before buses and so on. (The worst ever, cracked wheat.) She also made us dinner every night and on the days we were home, lunch. !WOW! Then there is me. I HATE waking up before 8. I'm sure it has something to do with my sleeping medicine, still.... Usually by then Stefan is up, and has already feed Damien, made the coffee, gone to the store and figured out how to manage world peace. I have a book, that my Domestic Goddess of a mother gave me called "confessions of a housewife". It goes, IN DETAIL, how every mother should plan, shop, and menu every meal of every day. Me... I open my fridge, determine my mood and laziness, then cook accordingly. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE to cook. Love it. Just not every meal of every day for everybody. Isn't it great to find an amazing recipe, go get all of the amazing ingredients, then cook this amazing concoction and watch your husband devour it and your 5 year old barf it up. I wish I was more like Milli (my mother) in so many ways. She was always so patient, so diligent, so... mommyish. She never missed a school play or concert. She always remembered our lunches. We always had clean clothes organized and folded and so on. With 6 daughters, this still turns me into a flubbering *%^%$&^ when I think about it. How? HOW! I hope my kids can look back and remember me in somewhat the same fashion... but they wont. What they will remember is me dragging myself down the stairs, my wild and crazy hair all over the place, my mascara from the day before smeared all over my cheeks, my "jammy" pants and 80's t-shirts that I always insist on sleeping in... dragging my feet to the cupboard to get my MERRY CHRISTMAS mug that I love so much and pouring my brain juice then sitting for the 30 + minuets it takes my hiney to wake up. What's my point? "Dear kids, I love you so much. Please forgive me for not having the domestic basics it takes imbedded in me to be the sort of mommy that you deserve. Please remember that I love you, but I love my coffee too. Don't live by my example. ok?"

PS. Trip to NY in the works. I've been wracking my brain what to do for Savannahs 16th birthday for years now. Of course a new car with a giant purple bow would be ideal but since I'm a poor mamma, she's just going to have to settle for her and I taking over America 1 city at a time.



Here is where we will be staying:

"THE LIBRARY HOTEL"

Stefan has an odd contempt for this city. I haven't figured out why or where it came from but he refuses to go??? He says there is nothing there that he is interested in. I suppose after living in Germany and seeing most of the world a silly trip to NY nothing. But I'm excited. "Hey NY, Please don't make me fall in love with you because at the time being I'm stuck in the desert. PEACE".