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AAAHHS, TEARS ‘N TATOOS FROM THE MOTHER- HOOD:)

Bittersweet kinda day today…Went to Luke’s school this morning since they wanted to take photos of him signing his letter of acceptance to Bucknell University which he’ll be attending in the fall and tears came to my eyes (and continue as i write this).

Though more then proud of him and that he’ll be going to a terrif school and for him, more importantly, he’ll be the king fish on their golf team, but for me it’s pretty black and white : My not so little boy is leaving the nest…As parents we always know someday our kids will leave…someday which seems soooo so far away. Then wham bam thank you mam the years go by and they’ve gone from diapers to departing for college…And, a flood of emotions and snapshots are unleashed…And, for me one shot came to mind of Luke and I sitting in an empty kiddie pool in our backyard, reading books and laughing that simple wonderful pure, special moment kinda laugh.

One pix worth 1000 words 🙂

Another thing came to mind too…I think i’ve shared i’m divorced but fortunately Luke’s dad and i have a terrific relationship (at least if you ask me, he might have a different take!) What I haven’t shared is that he’s an amazing lyricist who wooed me during our courtship with a song that to this day remains unfinished …hmmm 🙂  At any rate last Mother’s Day he and his partner wrote an amazing song “Motherhood“. It captured then and even more so now so many of the feelings I’m experiencing and I suspect many of you will relate no matter what your child’s age is .  And, yes have some hankies within reach cause it’s gonna pull at your heartstrings in a really good way.

And, now here he is all grown up, shaving, driving, towering over me, mom and dad no longer the only centers of his universe.  He does still on occasion hug me and tell me how much he appreciates and loves me without prodding nor when he needs money so long as none of his peers are around.  And, though he’ll probably want to disown me for saying this –every nite I still go into his room (if the door’s not closed and he’s facebooking all is buds) to give him a kiss good nite.

I know a lot of parents sorta look forward to their kids leaving .  And, though I won’t necessarily miss being overloaded with his laundry; searching for his bedroom floor since it’s covered in a meritage of clothes, shoes and stuff i prefer remain anonymous (much more pleasant way to describe it and makes me think of wine me not ‘whine’ about it LOL); nor his shouting ‘mom there’s nothinng in this house to eat’… I’m gonna miss Luke BIG time …To quote Agatha Christie  “A mother’s love for her child is like nothing else in the world”. I need not say more…

So exito stage right for moi …i’m done for now… Bird‘s gotta fly and so do i …actually I’m also leaving the nest and flying south but that’s another’s day blog!  Thanks for letting me ramble,  feel free to do so back.  And, here’s the signing pix with all and Dan Brown, Athletic Coach (standing behind me). Proud we all be!! But we miss Coach Aug mucho!!

Go Bucko! Missin' the kiddie pool 🙂

And, thanks H for Luke  and a song that is tatooed on my heart. xo

Spread the glove !

SAY NAY TO GRAY N YEAH TO PMS!

Not so long ago but seemingly so far away,  going to get my hair colored was something like going on a mini vacation. I could sit back, be asked if I wanted coffee and served  it, catch up on trashy reading and what Brad Pitt and Anjelina Jolie were up to, and  rip out a Martha recipe with all the good intentions of trying it.  Hey, I was being left alone: no laundry, no dishes, no “mom I’m hungry’- so even as I sat there looking like Frankenstein’s bride the world was filled with my pre-accidental housewifely calm and potential.  I would leave the salon rejuvenated at least ‘til I got home, opened the door and as if my hub’s had a GPS tracking my ETA, he shouted ‘hon, can you get me a roll of toilet paper’! So as I gazed in the mirror to admire my shiny new doo (forgive pun!) en route to get him TP thoughts of whipping up Martha’s recipe evaporated in a flash particularly since it would require 2-3 hours that I clearly didn’t have nor did I now have the desire as my son screamed for a snack.

 That was then this is today. Today I spent the afternoon at my salon and though my hair looks amazing the  hours there were not like the ole days.  Yes, I had water but it was self serve and yes, all the trashy magazines were there but alas I had little time to enjoy them.  You see for some reason my hair no longer wants to be that chest-nutty shade that has been my trademark for years…Nope it’s decided that it prefers to be a horse of a different color.  Why you may wonder? Well it’s called ‘aging’ according to my colorist whom is 23 rrrrr! Seems  as we ‘mature’ and we achieve more ‘stripes’-which is what I call my gray hairs-our trusty manes don’t hold onto color like they use to and they also react to any hormonal crap going. And yes, I was PMS’g and forgive me but I’m gonna drift briefly and share a great quote/observation about this dreaded time of our month courtesy of Roseanne Barr: “Women complain about PMS but I look at it as the only time of the month when I can be myself”-true wisdom to which I’m sure many of us can relate LOL!

 Ok now back to the exciting conclusion of my coiffe tale:

 After numerous consultations betwixt two colorists, three different rounds of low lights, and hundreds of dollars later I am thrilled to report that my chest-nutty hair is back! I am now home and ready to chill with a much deserved glass of wine which I probably should have had while there since it would have made whatever color my hair was perfect.  The not so good news is that clearly going to the salon for color is no longer a mini vacation and I still can’t cook like Martha nor want to… But I’m a half full kinda gal and there is a silver not grey lining …No longer do I walk in the house and have my son screaming for a snack since he can get it himself nor is my hubs calling out for TP as he now lives elsewhere and we remain friends but without benefits!

 THE END 🙂

If you have beauty tales would love as always to hear and have you share here LIVE FROM HYSTERIA LANE, tweet me @accidentlhswife.com or FB moi…Happy Saturday and be back with you tomorrow post TODAY SHOW rehearsal w/pix so you can tell me what you think about my color…lying is acceptable!  Spread the glove! 

SANITY SAVING TIP!

If you do your own color and ‘accidentally’ splatter some on your floor or sink  try one of these easy ways to clean it up:

1. Dip a tip:  Put some nail polish remover on a Q-tip and dab away!  Use a cotton ball or rag for larger splats

2.Line ‘em:  line your sink and surrounding area w/a garbage bag

3. Be Abrasive:  Good ole ajax, comet or other store-bought abrasive will do the trick.

4. Get Professional Help-No not the psychiatric kind but visit a local salon and ask them for some of the stuff they use to get color off.  BYO empty bottle just in case!