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standing still

July 28, 2014

Sometimes I surprise myself by doing something that goes against my typically selfish behavior.

My latest selfless act? I got off my lazy behind to immerse myself in the “Must Get Maya Into a Better School” process.

Eid Picture in the subway station. A first.

Eid Picture in the 96th street subway station. A first.

This rather time-consuming project, which, incidentally rivaled my college-entrance process, had a happy ending, which is great.

By the same token, this happy ending created a bunch of additions to my To-Do list including:

  • Finding a new place to live.
  • Writing countless checks to our various landlords, including move-out fees, cleaning fees, security deposits, first month’s rent, last month’s rent, pro-rated month’s rent, and a bonus check simply for the right to exist in a world where writing so many checks is actually a possibility.
A walk / scooter ride through Rockefeller.

A walk / scooter ride through Rockefeller.

  • Researching and securing the least shady movers we could find (an impossible challenge).
  • Packing up Ali and Maya’s sh@# AGAIN.
  • Unpacking all of Ali’s and Maya’s sh@# AGAIN.
  • Doing all of this all during Ramadan. AGAIN.
View from our new place with the fabulous (but high-maintenance floors).

View from our new place with the beautiful(but high-maintenance) floors.

Aside from having some words with Ali regarding his insistence we pack and move his tacky bright red-orange Ferrari shirt (it has since been donated) and nearly losing my mind with Maya’s Lego hoarding tendencies (they’ve since been organized according to color and style)…

…I firmly believe I dealt with all of the above with a grace and level of patience that is typically foreign to me.

A walk through Lincoln Center...lots of hair and ugly shoes all around.

A walk through Lincoln Center…lots of hair and ugly shoes all around.

But today, with 30 days of fasting, the move, countless hours of work, and an excessive amount of hours Swiffer-ing (I am obsessed with our new wood floors) behind me, I’ve decided I just need to be still for a while.

Maybe for the first time ever.

the fork

July 11, 2014

There is a fork that resides, almost permanently, on our kitchen counter.

This fork is stationed approximately 1.5” from the fridge and approximately 1’ from our hanging cutlery rack. *

 

Quick trip to LA = Even Messier Hair

Quick trip to LA = Messy Hair All Around

 

For a while, the fork’s constant presence on the counter befuddled me:

  • Was the fork somehow falling out as I emptied the dishwasher?
  • Was Maya using a fork to comb her Barbie’s hair again (not unheard of)?
  • Did the fork fall from the hanging cutlery rack and shift itself 12 inches to the right, just to annoy me?

 

Early Morning Walks on the Coast = Even Frizzier Hair

Early Morning Walks on the LA Coast = Even Frizzier Hair

 

But my hypotheses only yielded more unanswered questions:

  • Why was it always a salad fork? Why not a larger one?
  • And why always a fork? Why not a spoon or knife?

 

Maya's hair eventually settled down...mine required a magical Brazilian concoction to do the same.

Maya’s hair eventually settled down…mine required a magical Brazilian concoction to do the same.

 

And so I finally broke down and posed the question aloud, in my most neutral and least offensive voice, being sure to address nobody in particular so that I couldn’t be accused of pointing fingers.

Me: “Can someone please tell me why there is ALWAYS a fork sitting on the counter next to the fridge?”

Ali: “Because I use it to take the tea bag out of my tea.”

 

Maya knows that sharing hats = OFF LIMITS (I have a ridiculous fear of lice). But I'm guessing The Captain is probably exempt.

Maya knows that sharing hats = OFF LIMITS (I have a ridiculous fear of lice). But I’m going to assume The Captain is all clear and let it go this time.

 

So now it’s the sugar bowl AND the fork, in a kitchen the size of a stamp. It’s also Day # 14 of Ramadan and I’m working on 4.5 hours of sleep each night, for the last week at least.

I may be overreacting here but I’m thinking we should rename the kitchen “Ali’s tea-making facility” and call it a day.

 

*I received lots of grief for adding this to our gift registry…I believe several people referred to it as “tacky.” But 14 years later I believe it is probably the most brilliant, and most used, gift we received.

guilt trip (maya guest post)

June 22, 2014

 

GUILT-Y PAR-ENT SYN-DROME
giltē pe(ə)rənt sinˌdrōm

An illness that occurs in parents when they feel bad they can’t (or won’t) give you their full attention. This syndrome causes parents to give in on things they normally wouldn’t, in order to make you – and mostly themselves – feel better.*

These days it seems like my mom is never around, which means her “Guilty Parent Syndrome” is in full swing! And trust me when I say I’ve been taking advantage of things.

So far I’ve guilted her into buying me cool things like a magic pen (which I’ve already lost), an overpriced book from the airport bookstore (which I’d already read), and even a 6-pack of double-sided tape!

(I love Scotch tape more than life itself).

Humidity = Terrible Hair. And no amount of Frizz-Ease can help.

Humidity = Terrible Hair. And no amount of Frizz-Ease can help.

Note: One thing I will not ask for again? Help with my fractions. I definitely won’t make THAT mistake again.

But a few weeks ago I felt a bit guilty about taking advantage of the situation.

You see, I was in a magic show at school and Mama promised she’d be there, despite the fact it was at a very bizarre time of 3:45 pm. And despite her incessant complaining about the random timing she did make it! I saw her just as I finished my trick.

But she looked kind of sad, and I heard her telling my dad that it took her an entire hour to get from the studio where they were filming to my school because of some crazy accident.

Father's Day in Central Park

Father’s Day in Central Park

So anyway, I felt bad because I think she missed the entire show. And I could tell she was lying when she said her eyes were red because her “contacts were bothering her.”

Still, I have to admit that I enjoyed the cookies she brought home for me. And the Tootsie Rolls and 2 Hershey Kisses she let me have later that day.

More bad hair...this time in Central Park

More bad hair…this time in Central Park

Yes, I’m imperfect. But summer vacation is coming, and Ramadan is a week away, which means Mama will be in the most horrible mood ever.

So don’t judge! Things are going to get ugly around here…I have to take advantage of the good times.

*This syndrome appears to only affect mothers…fathers never seem to feel guilty. About anything. Ever.

the takeaway

May 30, 2014

We went to Philadelphia for a last-minute trip this past weekend, where I proceeded to fall flat on my face, in the middle of a busy intersection, for no less than the third time this year.

(In case you are bored / want to laugh at my expense, you can read about one of my previous trips here.)

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My thoughts during my most recent “trip:”

My new and very ugly Keds may be comfortable, but maybe the fashion world is trying to tell me that ugly shoes are ugly shoes. And if I continue to wear them, I will continue to suffer the consequences.

Myself, my sunglasses, and the contents of my purse may be sprawled all over Sansom Street, but at least my favorite jeans are relatively unscathed.

If I don’t get up right now, I’m seriously going to get run over.

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Luckily, Philadelphia is not New York, and no less than three nice individuals ran over to assist. They guided me to the side of the road, offered to call someone, offered to get me ice for my knee, and then offered to drive me home.

I was kind of speechless. And that RARELY happens.

Philly Restaurants that I highly recommend: Parc, Twenty Manning Grill, and Farmicia.

Philly Restaurants that I highly recommend: Parc, Twenty Manning Grill, and Farmicia.

My thoughts after my most recent “trip:”

My fall was probably karma coming back to bite on me on the !@#, since it happened minutes after I left Maya and Ali at a gelato place, insisting that I needed five minutes alone, where nobody was asking me if they could have more ice cream, another latte, and what were we going to do for dinner?

((In my defense, the entire weekend was spent alleviating my working parent guilt by making it the Maya show. I endured several children’s museums, 60 minutes at the US Mint, many parks, many gift shops, and the “Please Touch Museum” which, incidentally, made me want to throw myself into the Schuylkill River (Ali concurred).)*

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The takeaway from this post: I am severely uncoordinated, impatient, and lack an appreciation for museums. But my jeans are in good shape.

*Sorry for the double parenthesis. But mathematically, it works.

thank you Delta

May 21, 2014

Because time and I have been at odds with one another lately, I’ve had no other choice but to relinquish control on many things.

Examples:

I kicked aside two pairs of Maya’s socks on my way to the living room because it was quicker than making her move them.

Dishes have been left in the sink overnight. Every night.

Chipotle has been our dinner more than I’d like to admit. (So why are there dishes in the sink? I don’t get it either).

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I wore the most wrinkled shirt to work the other day because locating and using the iron seemed like an insurmountable project.

Maya wore a similar ensemble for reasons mentioned directly above. (Plus I maintain that children’s clothing should never need to be ironed.)

Paying library fines is becoming the rule instead of the exception.

We won’t even address my need for a color, cut, and a keratin straightening intervention (any recommendations in NYC are welcome).

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You may be wondering: have I relinquished control on Ali’s life as well?

Well, the simple answer is yes. Meaning that instead of addressing the pile of pants he left near the front door (his passive-aggressive hint for me to stop at the cleaners) I simply stepped over them. And I also didn’t point out that his combination of orange jacket + orange shoes = too matchy-matchy.

Although I won’t lie, relinquishing control has been easier than expected because Delta Airlines has been Ali’s primary residence these days.

So a big thank you to Delta, for doing their part to keep the peace.

and i’m back

May 11, 2014

Blogging experts say that if one isn’t consistent with their blogging schedule then people will stop reading.

As a person who embraces consistency and schedule, this makes perfect sense.

As a person who has been working 1,000 hours a week, this does not make perfect sense.

 

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In any case, I know the world isn’t going to come to an end if nobody is here to read about how I almost died of shock when Ali volunteered to shift clothes from our stackable washing machine to the dryer the other day.

I also know it’s okay if nobody knows he asked me where the dryer was.

 

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I’m sure people can also live without knowing that since my last post Ali has been in Florida (twice), Boston, Washington DC, Las Vegas, Los Angeles (3 times), and is heading back to Florida this week.

Both Maya and I have given up on trying to remember his whereabouts.

 

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And speaking of Maya, I’m sure it’s fairly irrelevant that her smart ass-ness is developing at a rather alarming pace.

Scarily, I almost find myself missing the long, sleepless nights filled with a colicky infant screaming in my ear.

Almost.

 

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This morning I woke up and decided to take a moment to put together what I hope is a fairly coherent post before I spend the rest of the day pretending that today, Mother’s Day, is going to be remotely different from yesterday or tomorrow.

Because even though this blog isn’t exactly a revenue generating machine, I do love sharing my randomness, and I value every comment left here.

I hope to be back more regularly…for those of you who are still here? Thanks for sticking with me.

purchases at a 7-11

March 26, 2014

My OCD is in overdrive because I haven’t posted in a while. Allow me to catch you up quickly:

Ali spent two weeks in LA, came home for 5 minutes, and took off again for Seattle, and then LA, where he currently is.

I’ve been enjoying the fact that the I have our master bathroom all to myself.

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This week I became THAT girl who changes her shoes at work.

I know there’s no excuse for ugly footwear – even during a commute – but I walk miles and miles a day and my feet hurt ALL THE TIME.

I have no other choice.

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Maya turned 9 and celebrated with a magic-themed party. She asked for a magician, a puppy, and a pasta bar.

I bought her Garfield comic books in lieu of a pet, served overcooked pasta and shrimp, and called it a birthday.

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I got over my guilt and gave our housekeeper the green light to come twice a week.

She uses loads of toxic chemicals (although they have a lovely lemony scent), but coming home to a clean house on Tuesdays and Fridays is worth losing a few years of my life to whatever magic Ajax and Windex contain.

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And finally, my credit card was stolen and instead of heading to Bloomingdale’s or Best Buy, the culprit charged up $800 at 7-Eleven.

Classy.

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