(Kind of) mellow Fall weekend

We always have busy week ends because staying in the house is barely an option with 3 hyper active tots and 1 ‘cannot stay inside’ husband. There is this underlying fear that if we don’t do anything we may really kill each other. It is a little bit like a retired couple whose kids areContinue reading “(Kind of) mellow Fall weekend”

The End of the road ?

I waited for all this to happen for a long long time. The day my three kids would start pre school/day care and will no longer camp out in our living room. The day DH would start a new job. The day I would be a full-time entrepreneur. This day was also earmarked as the potential endContinue reading “The End of the road ?”

S-T-O-P

I hate bad customer service. It is one of those things that really bug me. Living in New York does not help; I get even more demanding now. However, something very out of character happened to me: two weeks ago, I almost tipped someone so that they stopped doing their job so well. It wasContinue reading “S-T-O-P”

The day when… OR Blimey, because my life needs more excitment…

A man in a suit carrying a blue folder under his arm at 11am is a pretty banal sight in Corporate New York. When the man in a suit carrying a blue folder at 11am is not at work but is standing in your living room and is your red-faced DH, you know that yourContinue reading “The day when… OR Blimey, because my life needs more excitment…”

A day in the life: Greenpoint, Blackmail and Dexter

Note: I have been MIA for almost 3 weeks and have a lot of catching up to do!!! Looking forward to reading some of my fave bloggers. You know who you are 🙂 7.00am The Screw Up The day started by a sobering realization: I gave our nanny her Friday off so she could haveContinue reading “A day in the life: Greenpoint, Blackmail and Dexter”

The (little) girl next door

‘Girls can wear jeans And cut their hair short Wear shirts and boots ‘Cause it’s OK to be a boy But for a boy to look like a girl is degrading ‘Cause you think that being a girl is degrading But secretly you’d love to know what it’s like Wouldn’t you What it feels likeContinue reading “The (little) girl next door”

My black son

‘I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character’   Martin Luther King Jr. Something that has been happening with G in the last few weeks got me thinking aboutContinue reading “My black son”