a bigger closet
I woke up late yesterday morning. As in 6:25 am. Which, in our home, is basically equivalent to noon.
For a change I felt rested but I feared what the day had in store for me. Because if I don’t hit the gym, figure out what I’m going to wear, catch up on work emails, make Maya’s lunch, and take a shower by 6:30 am? I’m pretty much in trouble for the rest of the day.
So there I was, brushing my teeth like a mad person when I heard it: knock…knock…
Me: “Maya, Mama needs a few minutes. Can you give her a few minutes?”
Maya: “Um. Okay.”
But then 3 1/2 minutes later: knock…knock…
Okay, so I should give her points for knocking. But all I could think was, “For the love of God! Can I not have 5 minutes to myself at 6:30 in the morning?”
Me: “I thought I asked you for 5 minutes? What do you need? Is it important?”
Maya: “Well I want to know if I can have a bigger closet because my dresses are all bunched together on one side and there’s no room for anything. You and dad have big closets. Actually you have two closets. So why can’t I have another one too?”
I'm embarrassed that such a disorganized mess rests within my home.
Seriously? First of all, why does my 7-year-old think she deserves a larger closet? Secondly, why does she have so many dresses? Thirdly, why are we talking about this at the crack of dawn? Fourthly and fifthly? @#$@. And @#$@.
So where was Ali in the midst of all of this? He was eating a leisurely breakfast of tea and oatmeal and was surfing the Internet on the iPad. Without a care in the world.
Typical.
no kids
I’m conflicted on Malaysia Airlines new no-kids zone.
Hotel Lobby. Are you tired of my NYC pictures yet? Sorry. I'm having a bit of trouble letting go.
As a parent, I’m offended for a variety of reasons, but mainly because:
- All kids are not disruptive and irritating.
- All parents do not let their kids run wild on planes.
- Sometimes adults can be more annoying than kids. (Case in point: the woman whose voice reverberated during my red-eye to NYC last week. I thought Ali was going to kill her. I believe he wished Delta had a “No-Annoying-People-Who-Talk-At-The-Top-Of-Their-Lungs-On-A-Red-Eye” zone.)
Hotel Room. Before Ali made it a giant mess.
On the other hand, I kind of understand where Malaysia Airlines is coming from. Because as much as I sympathize with parents who have to deal with a screaming infant on a long flight, I really don’t want to have to listen to a screaming infant on a long flight.
After making it through nine long, colic-filled months 6 years ago, I find the sound of crying unbearable. And I can certainly understand why other people do too.
Not sure why the Time Warner Center gets a bad rap? I love it.
I agree that Malaysia Airlines’ no-kid section sounds….harsh. But I didn’t travel with Maya until she was 3-years-old because I feared passengers glaring at me because she wouldn’t stop screaming bloody murder.
Had airlines offered dedicated kid-zones back then, I think I would have made friends with others in the same boat (or plane), knocked back some Nyquil, and settled in for the ride.
View from our hotel room. The St. Regis is nice but not worth the $$. But is any hotel in NYC worth the money? Suggestions?
So maybe, as parents, we shouldn’t be viewing Malaysia Airlines’ new endeavor as something negative, but instead as a valuable key to freedom from reproach. And stress.
Thoughts?
siri
They say that technology is supposed to make your life easier. This is not always the case.
Take Siri for example…obviously you haven’t had the pleasure of hearing Ali and Maya screaming with laughter as they try to get her to curse /say something idiotic. For fifteen minutes straight. On a very long car ride.
And then there’s FaceTime. Now my husband loves FaceTime more than life itself. He fits in little sessions at super convenient times, like when a flight attendant says, “The aircraft door is now closed. Please power off your electronic devices!”
Apparently that’s Ali’s cue to get in some quality time with whomever he can find at the moment.
Finally...an instance where technology does make my life easier.
I nearly lost my sh@# a few weeks ago when Ali flew to Seattle and asked me to get on FaceTime the second he checked into his hotel. It took a heroic amount of restraint but I managed not to say,“But I just saw you less than 6 hours ago. Since neither of us look any different since then can I get back to my overflowing email inbox?”
Recently Ali sneakily downloaded Skype on my iPhone. And with that I have to wonder: am I a horrible person because I don’t want to be reachable 24/7 by a variety of different means including telephone, email, Skype, and FaceTime?
I’m not sure. Maybe I should check with Siri?
While I'm not going to win Mother/Wife of the Year Award anytime soon, I haven't killed anyone yet or shot myself in the head. And that, my friends, is how I calculate success these days. 
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