October 30th, 2011, posted by Aimee
“You either get a great house and a great guy, but your job sucks. Or your living arrangements suck, but your job’s rocking and you have a fantastic love life. Or your job’s great, house is great, but you’re out of luck in the love department. You never get all three at once.” For some reason, no one other than me seems to remember this saying … I probably heard in an episode of “Friends” or picked out of an article in Glamour during the 90s. But for some reason I keep coming back to it as I think about my current state of being as a part-time working mom.
Of course, the saying now goes more like this: “You can have a great house and be a great mom, but work sucks. Or you can be thriving on the job and loving your house, but failing as a mom. But you can’t have all three at once.”
Right now for me, it’s the job that’s taking the hit. My house? I love it. Great neighborhood, great neighbors, more...
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October 19th, 2011, posted by Aimee
As an admitted blond-aholic who’s been highlighting her locks since high school and who has cried herself too many times to admit over hair that looked “too ashy,” “too rooty,” “too dark,” “too brassy,” etc. there are few things more emotionally traumatic than facing the prospect of breaking up with my longtime, trusted hairdresser . But that’s exactly what I am about to do … and it’s all in the name of love for my son.
You see, for the past four and a half years since Tav was born, I have been dragging my butt down to probably the priciest salon in the city just about every seven weeks to get just the right combination of bleach and tint to achieve the “baby, butter blond” hue. Hours are spent in the chair sans cell reception – bad enough – but now that I’m also commuting in from the ‘burbs, the vain pursuit of a roots-free existence had started to eat up entire weekend days. Damnit – I only get a few solid days with my son every week outside more...
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October 7th, 2011, posted by Aimee
Lots of people could care less about losing their hip, cool, trendy status. They descend happily into the land of swim team, minivans and mom bobs without a hint of angst about it. And then there are the ex-urbanite, design focused and admittedly youth obsessed dorks like me and my husband … and, I’m guessing, quite a few of the readers of this blog. Especially among the crowd of late-to-the-party parents who have spent more of their adult lives in the City (whatever “city” that might be) than the ‘burbs, those of us who vowed we would never ruin parties with boring discussions about preschool applications and would never trade jaunts across Southeast Asia for all-inclusive Disney resorts – we’re the ones who have the hardest time realizing we are simply not cool anymore.
A recent episode of “Up All Night” (I know, I know, but they did get it right again) got this phenomenon just right when it showed Christina Applegate and Will Arnett obsessing over the uber-hip neighbors who had moved across the street. In one hilarious more...
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