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My Life is Getting in the Way of My Life

Summertime is usually when we get jammed packed. There is something every Saturday or Sunday, if not both days of the weekend; whether it be a BBQ, birthday, celebration, or something as simple as just hanging out with friends or the endless list of errands and projects.

But for some reason, things have gotten busy ridiculously early this year and I am unbelievably overwhelmed. I thought I was overwhelmed when the holidays were coming, but in the last few months, I have realized that shopping for presents and decorating the tree are minor issues in the stress department.

Right now, I’m dealing with a lot of different stressors, some good, some bad. And I truly feel that my life, is in fact, getting in the way of my life. I can’t keep up some days. I’m trying to be a good stay-at-home-mom to a little girl who is turning two and has discovered temper tantrums. Let’s just say some days are better than others! My brother is getting married in less than a month and there are so many wonderful things attached to that, many of which I am a part of. That means a ton of extra, (and fun) stuff to do and take care of (like makeup, hair, dress, shoes, montage, shower, etc.) in addition to every day life. On top of this, I’m trying to plan my daughter’s second birthday, which is only immediate family, but it’s her birthday and it’s still a big deal. My brother is also graduating from med school and will soon find out where he’ll be moving during his next four years of residency, which includes a huge ceremony to celebrate in just a week. My husband joined a band with a live show in a few weeks, and he’s also turning 40, which means another big blowout celebration I’ve been planning since mid-January. In the midst of all this, there are charity runs, birthday parties for young and old and a family vacation we are so desperately trying to plan (and the passport I have to get my kid). My very best friend is getting married in a few months, so there’s lots of planning around that too; bridal shower, bachelorette party; you know the drill.  And I don’t even want to get into how hard it is just trying to see friends on a random weekend or even weeknight, interviewing babysitters for said weekend out, or managing our daily schedule full of food shopping, music and gym classes, and getting in a workout myself. And let’s not forget gifts to buy, taxes to prepare, bills to pay, and home repairs. Should I keep going, because there’s a hell of a lot more I can add to that list?

On top of all this, there’s some emotional stuff going on too. My dad was recently diagnosed with a rare autoimmune disorder; Wegener’s Granulomatosis, which adds another layer of stress to the equation, while a very dear friend just told us she has cancer. My mom sprained her ankle through all this, though is recovered, and I feel like I battle a headache every other day. My brother is moving away; maybe to Philly, maybe to Cali. The latter are small potatoes in comparison, but still, an unneeded layer.

My birthday was this weekend and my husband treated me (and him!) to an amazing day of pampering. We went to the spa, ate oysters and drank champagne, daydreamed at the bar and indulged in an amazing kid-free dinner. It was so incredible to have a day where I wasn’t worried about everything. I didn’t care about replacing the water softener or finishing the taxes or all the stuff on my handwritten to-do list. I skipped the gym, ate two desserts and felt at ease. It was short-lived, but fabulous. And by Monday, when we were back to reality, I realized just how overwhelmed I really was. I’ll make it though, with a smile, and likely, a lot of wine.

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Vacation Blues

We took our first vacation of the summer last week and it was amazing! We headed to the shore in true Jersey fashion. Our family rented a huge house just steps from the beach and the weather couldn’t have been better (even with my  OCD about the forecast). Now, we’re home.

Don’t get me wrong, I love my home, especially my bed, but I was really sad to end our wonderful trip. Normally, I kind of get to that point where coming home is inevitable and I (try to) look forward to heading back. Even when I’m on a fabulous, international vacation, I seem to convince myself I’m ready. Not this time.

I don’t know what it was about this trip that made coming home so sad. Maybe it was seven beautiful days of playing on the beach; or perhaps the revolving door of family members who came to visit. Or was it that E was off for an entire week!  It could have been the gorgeous weather, the meals, the down time, the private time, the excursions, or maybe it was the view and sounds of the ocean just steps from our door. And it certainly could have been that my daughter probably was having the best time of out of all of us – loving the water, playing in the sand and obsessing over her grandparents.  It was likely all of these things, and a handful of others.

And now we’re home.  It doesn’t compare, at least not yet, to being on the beach every day or having four other people gladly offer to watch your toddler so you can take an uninterrupted shower or have dinner with your husband. E is back at work and I’m paying billings, doing laundry and cleaning up three meals a day from the highchair that somehow always end up on the floor (man do I hate that).

I know I shouldn’t be glum, things could be worse. I probably sound so spoiled. I was lucky enough to even have a vacation like this with my family in a beautiful area where I had such a fun time. I guess when you have a toddler that you stay home with and then go on this fabulous trip with so many people you love to be with, it gets a little sad to get back to the daily grind. Here’s to next year (if not sooner!)!

 

Ode to Fall

I have been waiting for today all week. Knowing fall weather was about to hit, I was giddy with excitement. My boots came out from the box and I had an extra spring in my step.

Unlike many of those I know, I cringe when August comes around, as the heat and humidity have already been enough for one season. While I love sitting on a beach all day, the crisp fall air and smell of spice really brings a smile to my face. I adore fall.

Jamming in the car on my way to work, the return of fall, even if only for a day, reminded me of that first day of school, where you put on your new outfit and start the year off with a clean slate. While clean slates are fewer and far between  as we get older, a day like today really brings me back.

Fall to me represents so many delicious things. The leaves change colors and it gets darker earlier. It means shopping for some of the best clothes and shoes that come out all year.  It’s apple and pumpkin picking. Fall brings football and parties, giving you the chance to see your friends again (all of whom have been at other parties, weddings, the shore or vaca). It’s a chance to shed your summer self and get cozy with your friends and family.

Whether you love or hate fall, breathe in the fresh air and use today as a reason to start anew.

What (Not) To Wear?!?

Help! I have no idea what to wear! The last few weeks have wreaked havoc on my wardrobe. Don’t even get me started on the shoe debacle.

The weather is seriously putting a cramp in both my styling and closet. Usually this time of year, I start putting the sweaters in a bin in the closet hidden away with the rest of my winter essentials. I live in a one-bedroom apartment in Hoboken which is lovely, but limited on space for two grown people, so I’m forced to pack away. You see, I share a closet with my husband who also has tons of clothes and most recently started appreciating my shoe addiction by starting one of his own, leaving me with even less (of our already limited) space.

Needless to say, I have been unable to store what I normally do this time of year because the climate is having a serious identity crisis. Today I am in suede boots, yet last week, I was wearing the summer dresses and sandals. And it’s not just me! At work, some people are in sweaters, while others are sporting espadrille wedges. Something seriously needs to give.

Who wouldn’t be confused? What do you wear when it’s 50 degrees in the morning, but hits 75 in the mid- to late afternoon and rains every day? I feel like I need separate outfits and accessories  before leaving the house and an entirely new shoe regimen.

So my dear Mother Nature, I kindly ask that you move forward to the warm weather (and less rain just because I miss the sun) so I can utilize what little space I have and dress without such utter confusion!