I ran a 5k race this weekend. As I was getting ready to leave the house that morning, my husband smiled and said, “Good luck!”
“Oh, I’m not in it to win it,” I replied.
He laughed, flashed me a thumbs up, and jokingly said, “Great attitude!”
It did sound funny. But it’s true, I’m not in it to “win” it. Not even close. Continue reading
This morning I woke up feeling like I had a “hangover” from the previous week. Yes, I am exhausted from a whirlwind of a conference and woke up with the lingering grogginess from a long day of traveling and a 3 hour time change, but other feelings are lingering, too.
This week at the Mom 2.0 Summit was amazing.
You saw the pictures.
We stayed in the gorgeous, palace-like Langham Huntington, Pasadena. We were pampered by Dove and treated like royalty. We were given gifts and treated to delicious meals. We were thrown parties and taught by experts in our industry. We attended a red carpet Golden Globes style awards ceremony to honor our colleagues and friends.
So this happened today.
My toddler took it upon himself to “redecorate” the curtains (and window) in our “formal” living room.
My first thought was a mixture of a little bit of “That’s not good” with a lot of “Dammit. Now I have to do more laundry.” But those thoughts immediately fell away. I laughed to myself. Hey, curtains can use a good washing every 9 years anyway, right?
This morning, after my daughter had gone to school, I prepared breakfast for my toddler. As he happily played with his dinosaur toys at the dining room table, I microwaved a frozen pancake and poured some syrup on top. I brought the plate over to him and began cutting up the pancake into bite size pieces.
“Good job, Mommy!” he delightfully exclaimed.
Today is Rare Disease Day.
Imagine taking your child to a new doctor for the first time. You sit in the exam room and give a detailed medical history for their chart. You mention the rare genetic syndrome that your child was diagnosed with in infancy. A concerned look washes over the doctor’s face. “Can you spell that, please?” they ask.