Why is it Not Friday?
Oh friends. Do you ever have one of those mornings where feel like it should be bed time by 9AM? That was my morning. Here’s how it went down in the W home this morning:
1AM – I suddenly find myself wide awake for no good reason. While staring at the ceiling, I realize I am hearing a helicopter. We are in the flight path for a major airport, so airplanes are so common I don’t even register the noise anymore, but a helicopter is another story. I peek out the window and sure enough – slowly circling our area. I do a little research, since I am wide awake, on Twitter and the local news and I don’t see anything of note. Hey Fairfax County? I just signed up for your new alert system and marked about 45 things I want to be alerted about. Perhaps you should have an option to get a text or email if there is a homicidal manic running around my community.
5:45AM – I wake up to spend some time chatting with S. before he leaves for work. The minute he leaves, Mike starts to stir. MUCH earlier than usual. I take a quick shower and get dressed.
6:15AM – I get Mike up and dressed
6:30AM – I make Mike a bottle of milk, put it on the stove and while my back is turned he pulls it down and it is perfectly times to get milk on both of us head to toe. We both strip down and he finishes his milk while I try to find something else to wear. This would be easier if I had done my ‘special wash’ last night like I intended. Oh, and if it wasn’t 97% humidity today.
7:00AM – We are ready to face the day! Mike and I take Charlie out for a walk, which is usually a fun and relaxing time. Again, the 97% humidity doesn’t make this morning much fun. Half way on our walk, we run into a neighbor and his dog Bacon (uh, huh). Apparently the dogs have met before and are nice to each other, but Bacon is high energy and is clearly in the mood to play. Charlie is friendly until he is ‘over it’ and I was worried about how all this energy would go with Mike standing next to me. Bacon’s Dad is chatting my ear off and then Charlie walks around Mike and knocks him over. Nothing terrible, but enough for him to burst into hysterical tears while the dogs are barking at each other and Bacon’s Dad continues his story about … something. I can’t even focus because I am waiting for my conversational ‘out’ while trying to get the point across that he needs to MOVE ALONG. It is easier to manage his one dog versus me trying to corral my circus. We finally move along. #awkward
7:20AM – We get Charlie his Kong so we can slip out without the typical beagle drama. We didn’t get far before I was sweating everywhere and Charlie was howling.
7:30AM – Quick stop for gas.
7:35AM – Quick stop at the ATM.
7:45AM – A crow flies into my drivers side window. Yep. A crow. I saw it coming, but I assumed it would swoop up. Apparently not. That’s not like a bad omen or anything right?
7:47AM – I drop Mike off at daycare. He seemed in a good mood since we spent the morning talking about his friends and the fun stuff he will do (which seems to help with drop off). He walks up the driveway with purpose, marches down the sidewalk, crawls up the steps like he’s been doing it all his life and then they open the front door. My little guy quickly turns around like, ‘that was fun, let’s go Ma’. I turned him around in time to see the waterworks start. Being a working momma isn’t always fun.
7:55AM – Yay! Momma time. My 40 minute commute means loud music or my Mike O’Meara Show podcast. Then I saw the big board telling me my 8 mile trip down 66E to the Beltway will take me 27 minutes. Insert Napoleon Dynamite ‘uggggh’.
8:45AM – Arrived safely to work but feel like I’ve been awake for twice as long as I actually have.
It can only go up from here right?
Oh hey! There is still time to comment on my Bloomers bra fitting review post to win a BraMaid!
Bloomers Bra Fitting & a Giveaway!
I used to work for a lingerie chain that is found in almost every mall across the country. I was in college and it was very short lived. Apparently my future didn’t lie in hanging itty bitty teeny tiny thongs. When I wasn’t counting boy shorts, I was measuring for bra sizes. I want to publicly apologize to all women who came to me for a bra fitting. I had no idea what I was doing. I had one lesson, was handed a pink tape measure and was sent on my merry way. Because of this experience, I didn’t put a lot of stock in getting measured.
Flash forward 10 years. Weight changes, a baby, a short stint breastfeeding and your guess is as good as mine what size I am. When my Momma friend Jen mentioned on our Facebook group she was ready to get a bra fitting, I knew just the place – Bloomers in Old Town Alexandria.
I think of Bloomers as a practical underwear store. It’s small, independently owned and just pretty. Beautiful displays, neat racks with soft fabrics and ideal lighting. While there is a handful of sexy lingerie, what you will mostly find is nude and black bras, seamless panties and products to help the *ahem* girls. Think nipple tape, inserts and the like.
Jen, and her little Pheebe met up during lunch and were greeted by a happy, knowledgeable Bloomer’s employee. She led us to the back and explained the process. Measurements are ‘vague’ for a reason – the cut, style and brand make a difference. It was comfortable, not intimating and she had actually been TRAINED in bra fitting. I was also impressed she put Jen in a changing room to do the measurement, despite not being naked. I like that kind of attention to people’s potential privacy concerns. Who wants a stranger touching their boobs in the middle of a store?
Guess what? I am wearing the wrong size, and so was Jen. Jen took the opportunity to try on bras and …. checked in with her regularly, looked at the fit and made suggestions. It seemed that their employees are trained in top notch customer service and have a handle on the level of attention a customer would like.
My only complaint, and I can’t even say it’s a complaint because I understand the reason, is their size selection. HOWEVER, I got measured and had a good sense of my size, then ordered from a large company that carried my size. If you are looking for amazingly comfy jammies or trendy undies (panties is one of the worst words in the world), call and make sure they carry your size.
While Jen tried on bras, Miss Pheebe played with the bucket of toys. You heard me. BUCKET OF TOYS. Specifically for kids to play with while Mom shops. This is reason enough to go in and get a bra fitting.
If you can’t make it to Old Town Alexandria or Shirlington, check out their bra fitting guide online and head to your favorite lingerie store. Every Momma needs a fitting and deserves to toss out the maternity underwear.
Once you have that perfectly fitting bra, how do you wash it? How about in a Bra Maid? Protect your investment! Thanks to Bloomers, I am giving away one pink Bra Maid. Leave a comment below letting me know the last time you had a bra fitting and you might be randomly selected to ‘protect your assets’.
This giveaway is closed. Congrats to Jen N who won the BraMaid!
Yep, you guessed it. This post is sponsored. They might have offered the product, but I offered my honest opinion. This post also might have affiliate links. I might get a small kick back, nothing that will let me quit my day job and nothing that will raise the price for you. You’ve been warned.
The Magic of Home Movies
For years I’ve been trying to get my Momma to hand over our VHS home videos so we could put them on DVD. We long ago got rid of our HUGE video camera, and shortly after that, VHS became obsolete. I pictured our 10 years of memories – first days of school, ballet recitals, our day to day minutia – literally deteriorating.
Come to find out, my mother-in-law’s ex-neighbor’s husband (got that?) had the ability to put those worn VHS tapes on DVDs for super cheap. But then we had to FIND them. See, when my brother was younger, he loved watching them. So much so, a rule was started that they were only available to watch during the Christmas season. Of course, the VHS player was kaput, so there was no reason to pull them out for the last 10 years. After we all refused to believe they were missing for good, we finally found them in the coat closet. Fast forward to this weekend when I got the DVDs.
Wow. As S. said, “This is telling.” From the 7 hours of Barry Family Home Movies (which were about 10 tapes, none labelled so each one was a mystery), I learned a lot. Not just about my family, but the value of video in general. Here’s my take away:
1. Home movies – in any form – are so, SO, important. My grandmother died in 2007.When she appeared on screen playing with my brother, a lot of memories came flooding back with her voice. I could feel her silky polyester old lady shirt and smell her Windsong perfume.
2. When my brother was a toddler, he thought I was hilarious.
3. Our house was filled with music. Loud music. And we danced a lot. I had a vague memory of this, but the videos really enforced it. It’s funny because in our house now, there is a lot of music and yes, even some dancing. I want Mike to have those same memories.
4. Parents who sit through dance recitals deserve instant tickets to heaven. Sure, there is about 15 total minutes of enjoyment when it is your kid dancing, but otherwise there is about 3 hours of, “Oh my god, is it over yet?” when other kids are dancing. Mom, Dad? You are my heroes.
5. My parents are how I remember them. My Dad is the funny guy who took a 20 minute video of trains – just trains – during our 1989 vacation to Gettysburg. My Mom is so patient. I was pretty chatty and she listened to everything and engaged in conversation even when other stuff was going on – like Christmas morning. Not to say they weren’t BOTH funny and patient, but it stands out on camera the most.
6. I loved the spotlight. And I was bossy. I am sorry, David, for forcing you to dance and play Ring Around the Rosey. You were a good sport.
7. It’s amazing what traits our kids have from us that we didn’t realize. Mollie, David’s daughter, fusses the same as David did. And eats the same. It’s really funny. Since there aren’t any videos of me when I was a baby, I will have to revisit these (since we can) when Mike is 6 or 7 to make some comparisons.
Now that I’ve seen how important video memories are, I am making more of a point to capture day to day life for Mikey. Our YouTube page is full of 1 – 3 minute videos right now, and I can’t wait for him to become a talker so we can capture more funny moments and conversations. And not just videos of Mike – our family and friends need some time in the spotlight as well!
It also helps that we don’t have 20lb cameras anymore. We use a General Electric HD Camera and I love it.
How often do you take videos of the world around you?
RocksBox Review & Free Month!
My first RocksBox collection has a Charlene K Sterling Silver Circle Chain Necklace (retail: $140), Urban Gem Purple Druzy Studs in Gold (retail: $48) and Nakamol Mixed Crystals Five Times Blue Leather Wrap Bracelet (retail: $54). Side note – I didn’t get a good picture of the earrings, but the picture here is as close as I could find to the pair. They were ah-mazing!
Craving Mikey Snuggles
Sometimes being a working momma sucks. For no reason and every reason I missing this kid today. 6PM can’t come quick enough.
Mikey: July 2014
Been There, Done That: Udvar Hazy Museum
Don’t Overpack for the Hospital
I know it’s been over a year since I spent 5 nights in the lovely Fair Oaks Hospital with my newborn, but I remember my hospital bag vividly. It was heavy. I am a ‘just in case packer’. Though my C-Section was scheduled well in advance, you never know when plans change – what if I decide last minute to have a water birth? I need my snorkel! Or what if I get hungry? I need multiple snack options (you know, because the hospital is in the middle of nowhere and doesn’t have a cafeteria or vending machine)! Let me breakdown, in my opinion, what you truly need when having a baby.
Been There, Done That: Atlantis Water Park, Centreville, VA
When S. and I were dating, we loved going to Fairfax County’s small ‘water parks’. Especially ones with wave pools or lazy rivers. Now that Mike is a water lover it adds a whole new element to our water park journeys.
- No food or drink is allowed in the park, but we were able to bring 1 bottle of water in and an empty sippy cup. They have a snack bar with the usual – hot dogs, hamburgers, chicken fingers, ice cream, etc. There is also a nice seating area where you have to eat. IF you do bring your own food, there are lots of picnic tables in the shade outside the water park.
- Babies have to wear swim diapers and can’t go in the main pool. There is also big locker room with showers and changing tables. Plus you can buy the diapers, sunscreen, etc at the front desk if you forgot anything. Oh, and they will check their bag when you come in.
- Each section of the park is enclosed with a latching gate. So if you have a wanderer you don’t have to worry TOO much about him finding his way from the kiddie pool to the main pool. Not advocating you take a nap in the sun while your toddler plays in the water, but you know what I mean.
- If you are not a Fairfax County resident you have to pay to to enter the park AND the water park.
- There was an abundance of staff members and lifeguards, even around the main pool that was closed.