Snow business....

****We have had a lot of snow lately and they are calling for yet another big storm coming up on Ground Hog's Day.  It is getting very tiring and exhausting.  All this snow got me thinking.............Snow when your 10 is very exciting.  As you watch the flakes falling you think about the potential snow ball fights, building snowmen, and most importantly a snow day from school.  At age 20 the excitement is still there because you see potential to go out with friends and do some skiing, snow boarding or snow mobileing....hanging and having fun with your friends.  At age 30 a big realization comes and you realize you are now solely responsible to remove this snow yourself...zap...the fun is gone.  At age 40 you decide that digging out time and time again is for the birds and now is the time for you to own a snow blower.  At age 50 you look outside and see kids walking down the street with shovels in hands knocking on doors.....and you finally say YES you can shovel me out! *****

Remotes

We have too many remotes.  To turn the TV and cable box on you need Remote #1 (from the cable company), we have the one that came with the TV Remote #2,  we have one that controls our DVD player which is Remote #3 and then we have one that controls sound system which is Remote #4.

In order to watch a DVD first you need to use Remote #1 then you have to change channel with Remote #2 and operate said DVD with Remote #3 and adjust volume with #4......is it me or does anyone else find this totally crazy!  I did not even include Remote #5 & Remote #6.....#5 goes to the Wii player and #6 goes to the old/outdated VCR!

Misplace 1 remote and the whole system crumbles.  I am not a TV addict but I do like to watch the news in the morning, hear traffic updates and then do the same thing when I get home.  Seriously I say to myself ...how the hell do the elderly keep this remote thing straight!  My in-laws are in their 80's and my Mom is almost 89.......I suppose just the fact that they can get the TV to turn on is a pure miracle!!

Vacation, New Year and Setting a Bird Free.....

Last week I was on vacation....my plan was to spend the week enjoying time with my family where the 4 of us would go to NYC and do some sightseeing...spend some days shopping together....and eat out a few meals.  What really happened?  Monday the snow was up to our arse, Tuesday I was sick as a dog, Wednesday I was even sicker, Thursday not much improvement and by Friday I had a slight improvement.  Basically my week consisted of laying in bed or on the couch and just vegging and watching TV.  What a major disappointment.  We usually have a family party every year for NY Eve and everyone comes over and we really enjoy it.  This year....for the first time....I had to cancel.  I was too sick to pull it all together and I was worried about making everyone else sick too!  So now my vacation and my New Year were a real mess.

I really wanted some meaningful time with the 4 of us and it did not pan out that way....needless to say it made me feel heartbroken.  My oldest son leaves for Paris on Thursday and I was counting on these days for some good ol' family time.  I ended up being just a sick lump on the couch.  I was doing good about him leaving to go too.  Until today I have not cried too much.  Then my hubby mentioned today that he could not believe he was leaving.  This opened up my floodgates and allowed the water to flow now.  Now it thinks it can keep flowing freely and I am trying hard to keep it in control.  I have been trying to convince myself to think of this in segments of time.......before you know it ...it will be February...then March...then I will be heading down the shore in April and then before you know it he will be home in June.  This allows me time to get a grip when I think of it this way.  This experience will be probably the best experience of his life and I am so happy and so proud of him.  He will be at a very well respected and hard-to-get-into school.  For this I feel like a peacock flocking my feathers and saying "that's my boy"!

But when my range of emotions come over me and I think of how much I will miss seeing him I then just become a mother chick....wanting to continue caring for her little chickie.  I ask myself how do all the Moms before me handle the child growing up.   I know eventually I will be OK but there will be a time period for me that will be rough.....but I know letting the bird fly is being the best Mom I can be to my son.....allowing him have this experience will be probably one of the best experiences of his life and for this alone....it makes me feel good.  I am happy for him but I will cry at his departure.  :-(