Spring Broken at Spring Break

Last week was our first week of spring break. I love having my kids home. I love watching them play, hanging out with them for hours with no schedule. I love just being with them. The first week of spring break was fabulous. This second week is going to break me. I was up at seven this morning and I had to get reasonably cute so that I could tape for Momversation. Then I had to tape again, in the meantime the kids were making themselves breakfast and somehwhat destroying …

Moving

I’ve been looking for a new house for more than four months now. I know what I want. I want a larger lot, a smaller house, a pool, good floors and a walking neighborhood. I want to spend almost exactly as much as we sell this house for. What I have is a bigger home. I have five bedrooms, four full bathrooms and vaulted ceilings. We need none of it. We thought we needed a playroom, we thought we needed a formal dining room, we thought we needed a toilet …

Mom Will Decide How Jewish We Are

Last night we sat at Art’s Deli (see how Jewish we are), and talked about our family schedule for next week. The kids have their first day of school on Wednesday, but Thursday is Rosh Hashana. My husband, Jane and Alexander all groaned in chorus. “Do we have to stay home that day?” My husband asked. Notice that no one asked if we had to go to shul. We’re not good with shul (Temple). We haven’t belonged to one in the last few years. The one we left simply wasn’t …

The Yard Sale: Where Mr G (once again) Flirts With Death

In preparation for The Move (capitalized because it is now a part of our family) I am throwing out everything that’s not mine purging the house of unnecessary items. This means it’s Yard Sale time. I spent some time last night tagging piles of clothing, shoes and electronics, and then put up some signs around the neighborhood. I posted an ad on Craigslist, and set my alarm clock for 6.45am on a Saturday morning. At 7.30 this morning I started hauling things out onto the driveway, and at 8am I …

Mr. Gottlieb: Crusher of Dreams

I know I spend a lot of time telling y’all how my husband is a great father, a generous husband, and really good man. I don’t spend enough time telling you how Mr. G. is narrow minded and cruel. What you don’t know is that he is a dream killer. Not just any old dreams, but my dreams. You know… the dreams that matter. As our 13th anniversary approaches, I had one simple request. I wanted him to buy me a $1.2 million fixer upper. It’s not enough that he …