I don’t want to be THAT momI

ImageI am not a germaphobe, I’m really not. I don’t care if my kids play in dirt, roll around it, and then tell me how tasty it is. I actually think that peole are too “clean” these days. No, I don’t mean they take too many showers, I mean that people are obessed with antibacterial stuff. Bath and Body Works makes a killing on their antibacterial line of soaps and lotions. I am a firm believer that people, escpecially kids, need to be exposed to different “germs” in order to build a strong immune system. I think bacterial resistance is becoming a serious issue due to the overuse of these products (and the unecessary prescribing of antibiotics, but I’ll save that for another post.)

However, in the winter, there is a germaphobe who sits on my shoulder whispering to me about the dreaded stomach virus and that nasty influenza. I make sure everyone in my family practices good hand-washing, which, in reality, is important all the time, but I also tend to become a hermit in the winter; not wanting to leave the house because of the fear someone will contract something and then everyone in my house will be vomiting. And we only have one bathroom… 

There are certain places I avoid – like the play area at the library. That place is like an incubator for disease. I used to take the twins there when they were babies, and they would get sick every single time. 

This year, I have been avoiding the nursery at the gym. The problem with this is that it cuts down my time at the gym to only weekends. I joined this gym back in September when my twins started preschool because it had a nursery/babysitting included in the membership. I figured I’d drop Little Man and Monkey off at school, and then Boo Bear could stay in the nursery while I worked out for an hour. This was great until Boo developed stranger anxiety like two months later. I would only be able to leave her if her brother and sister accompanied her. So this limited me to Tuesdays and Thursdays. 

Then, the flu season started. I started to think of the gym nursery like the library play area. So, it became a place to avoid. The past week I’ve been reconsidering. After all, the twins go to preschool and Boo goes to Mommy and  Me, so they’re getting exposed to all this stuff anyway. 

This brings me to the point of this post. I decided I would go to spin class today and drop all three off in the nursery. But you can probably guess what happened. All three kids sick. They all have a hacking cough, and Monkey has that glassy eyed look she always gets when she is under the weather. If I took them I’d be that mom. The one I always criticize for bring her sick kids to school, the library, the gym. 

I’m ready for spring. 


Date night

My birthday was two weeks ago, and we were supposed to go out to dinner, but I had been struck by some horrible nasty cold which might or might not have been the flu, I’ll never know for sure.

Our babysitters (aka grandma and grandpa- my parents) weren’t available the weekend after, so last night was the make-up night. Of course, I logged onto Open Table to make last minute reservations at 2:30 in the afternoon that same day, so the earliest time available was 8:30. Well, actually it was 4:30, but this was supposed to be a date night. Who makes a dinner reservation at 4:30? Is a restaurant really so crowded at that time that one even needs a reservation?

Anyway, I digress. My son had been begging to go to Panera all week, so we went there for lunch yesterday and I had the Asian chicken salad, one of my favorites. I have a Panera rewards card, which builds up points so you can get free stuff sometimes. Well, they had loaded something onto my card for my birthday – I was hoping it was a smoothie, but alas, it was a free pastry. Damn it. They looked so good. And when did Panera start carrying cupcakes?? It took everything I had in me to give up that free pastry. But I have to confess something here – I had already decided I was going to have dessert that night. Date night doesn’t happen too often and it was technically supposed to  be my birthday dinner.

I spend the rest of the day cleaning the house. I had an apple and a cheese stick for snack. Then I thought about the sugar in the apple. There’s a lot of sugar in an apple. Then, I decided I was being ridiculous. You can’t compare an apple to a cookie. So, I  need to revise my goal here a bit: to control my REFINED sugar addiction.

Back to date night. It is always so weird to be in the car without any kids. Usually, getting into the car takes 20 minutes. With no kids, its get in and go. Nobody is screaming or crying or complaining about the song on the radio. It is also weird eating without any kids. You can have a conversation without being interrupted 18 million times for more of this or none of that. No one is throwing food on the floor or getting sauce in her hair.

front entranceOne of our favorite Restaurants – Pasta Pasta in Port Jefferson, NY

We arrived at 8:30 but of course there were no tables ready. It was like being in a doctors’ office. Why do these places make you wait for so long? I was convinced that this restaurant did it to get people to buy wine. Everyone in the waiting area was drinking.  I was so hungry, that if I’d had a glass of wine I’d either be on the floor drunk or puking before I even got a chance to look at the menu.  My mood was quickly going downhill. I’m usually getting in to my pajamas and thinking of my bed at 9pm, not waiting to just get seated for dinner.

RearDiningRoomIts is very cozy inside. The service and food is spectacular.

Once we were finally seated, I decided to be adventurous and order something I never had before – lobster. I know this sounds crazy. 35 years old and never had lobster? Well, its the truth. I ordered a pasta dish with lobster, and it was delish, especially the sauce, although I have to admit, I’m not really sure I understand the big deal about lobster. Is it an acquired taste, like beer or coffee? As we waited for our food, I saw desserts being delivered to tables all around us. The all looked amazing; and I was thinking more about dessert than the entry, the crazy sugar-addicted person I am.

I didn’t stuff myself to oblivion with my pasta because I had to save room for dessert. I had denied myself for three days and now I was going to indulge. I ordered a brownie-oreo-chocolate chip cookie confection with ice cream. It was A-MAZ-ING. I was actually glad that I hadn’t eaten sweets for a few days, because it made this dessert a million times better. It was then I really, truly realized I don’t need to have ice cream, or cookies, or chocolate every day, because then when you do, it is like heaven-on-earth.  Thank you date night, for teaching me this very valuable lesson. Oh, and for letting me spend some much needed alone time with the hubby.