Snuggled under the comforter savoring the last few minutes in bed on the one day of the week I can (usually) actually sleep past 6 a.m. and the phone on the bed stand rang.
“Hello?” I mumbled, praying the “Risky Business” ring tone hadn’t woke the T-man.
“Aimee, Taylor has pinkeye. We aren’t going to make it the party.” It was the mother of my son’s friend, with whom I had planned to co-host his third birthday party at a local pizza parlor that afternoon, backing out. Taylor was the little girl whose guests were intended to eat half of the 80 cupcakes my mother made for the event, and whose mother was supposed to split the cost of the matching “unisex jungle themed” party decorations I had labored to find rather than resorting to a Lightning McQueen meets Tinkerbell theme.
As you can imagine, the two-hour pizza party to celebrate my kid’s third birthday turned out just fine, despite the eleventh hour pull out of his co-host and half the guest list. But the last minute fiasco highlighted once more...
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P-O-O-P-E-D. Yes girls, there is a nasty place we all reach on occasion. And whoa, does it stink! For me, it was one of those weeks at the office that managed to drain me of every last drop of anything even resembling a human — let alone that of the female variety (they call it “dog tired” for a reason). Fortunately, the hubby was able to pitch in at home with a little extra parenting… or should I say babysitting? Grrrr.
It all started when I lumbered my utterly-depleted-self into our house at 9:30 on Friday night. I was clearly ready for a glass of wine…well okay, three. I barely made it in the door when the hubby shot me a look. You know, THE LOOOOOOK. So I’m thinking: “Who’s sick? What broke? What did your crazy family do this time?”
“We’re out of toilet paper and wipes,” he whimpers. I stop. “Huh?” Keep in mind, I’d put in about a 55-hour week at the office. He, about 20-hours shy of that. (Translation: TWENTY hours I didn't have). Hubby: “We’re more...
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A few weeks ago, I threw together a few tips from Marcie and I about getting from Banana Republic blah to brilliant or at least getting over the Womo hump. This week, at my PR firm we are working with a professional stylist whose clients include Hollywood celebrities and San Francisco socialites and who gives soundbites to the likes of US Weekly and Life & Style magazine. Keylee Sanders is one of those girls you hate ... until she opens her mouth. Gorgeous, poised and - of course - fabulously clad and coiffed, she makes the rest of us sort of fade into the background when she walks into a room. But she's also warm, funny and genuine - and not above translating runway styles into real life looks that even time-pressed and budget-stressed WoMos can pull off. Multitasking as I do in every area of my life, I managed to find a way to incorporate a pitch for Womobook into a publicity opp for both Keylee and our online shopping client ... and to more...
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February 15th, 2010, posted by Aimee, Tags: WoMo Book (untitled)
“Three Martini Playdate,” “Skinny Bitch,” “Sippy Cups are not for Chardonnay,” “Punk Rock Dad” …. What do all these books have in common? Clever, original, witty titles. Something ten months after starting work on our book – “a candid, visual look at the comic, tragic life of a working mom” -- Marcie and I have yet to nail down.
It’s not for lack of trying. Professional brainstormers in our real careers, we have both attacked the task with zeal, jotting down words we like, scanning the dictionary and thesaurus, diagramming on white boards and even polling colleagues, friends and family members for suggestions. We have each thrown out a few ideas that struck each of us individually as brilliant but annoyed the other as clichéd, trite, boring, negative or too obscure. We scanned our own copy, racked our brains, sketched out sample covers and still came up empty.
With the clock ticking on our proposal and our agent ready to begin shopping for a publisher, I decided to cast a wider net. Maybe someone in more...
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Awhile back, I admitted that I – a onetime fashionista who never met a trend I didn’t try - had officially hit the “WoMo Style Wall” – i.e., my wardrobe was horribly outdated and a dead giveaway that my only shopping trips these days involved laundry detergent, pampers and labels like “Mossimo” rather than Moschino. Unfortunately, I forgot to offer any tips for scaling that wall to reclaim your fashion sense. Perhaps that’s because I didn’t think I had any advice to give.
Then I remembered that I had another secret weapon in my style arsenal, though. Hello! Marcie spent years in the fashion industry and actually once worked as a stylist on tour with Madonna. Yep, that Madonna. Who better than my creative Womobook co-author to dole out a few pointers on updating my wardrobe. Together, we put came up with the following pointers for ditching the Banana Republic blahs and shifting from frumpy to fabulous without spending a ton of money or time.
Keep it simple. One trendy item at a time is more...
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Do you ever have one of those dreams where you’re aimlessly wandering around, not sure where to go? Or you’re speeding through a maze of hallways trying to get somewhere (eventually arriving at a crowded destination with no clothes)?
This is my life. Only, I’m dressed.
I’m not searching or lost, but I sure am exerting a lot of energy on stuff I’m just not sure about. Lately, I feel like I’m only really certain about a few things in my life: I work too much, my hair is dangerously close to being 100% grey, I love my family and Brad Pitt should shave that nasty bird’s nest off his chin.
Girls, I’m not flying solo here either. It seems no matter whom I talk to lately, we’re all questioning where we are in our lives or we’re all wanting something different than what we have now. Many of us are having misgivings about our careers, where we live, who we hang out with. Maybe it’s the ridiculous WoMo schedule, or the economy, or maybe it’s the quest for a more...
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Forget the supermom/alpha mom/wonder woman stereotypes. Every working mom I know has a secret SWAT Team helping her out behind the scenes to keep her head above water in Womoville. Maybe because it’s awards season and I’ve been listening to too many rambling acceptance speeches from actors thanking everyone from their loyal spouse and kids to the on-set caterers and makeup artists, but tonight I felt the need to give a shout out to the unsung heroes of this WoMo’s life who make it all possible.
“My office girls” – the coterie of younger, single coworkers who like and respect me (I think!) and really have my back. They keep me hip (nothing like seeing the parade of “going after work outfits” to get a little inspiration for this fashion-challenged mom). They help me with computer/iPhone/Twitter challenges without laughing (at least to my face). They overlook my typos and all the meeting action items that fall through the cracks, chalking it up to late nights and lengthy to-do lists. And they even entertain my kid with candy, cartoons and chair more...
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