No, really. I can’t. Not loving Mr. Big(Ideas) would be a really big deal, considering the four tiny children and my REALLY needing his extra set of hands around here.
Anyway, in honor of Valentine’s Day, I have been spending some time thinking about the amazing, lovely, kind, generous man I married — and how to stay happily married to him until, at the very least, our kids are all grown up and moved out.
Which has led me to decide to start a new tradition of making VALENTINE’S DAY RELATIONSHIP RESOLUTIONS, to join the pantheon of CHECKLIST MOMMY RESOLUTION occasions I’ve already created around here (which include NEW YEAR’S FAMILY RESOLUTIONS, a list we make each January and that I post in the master bathroom where Mr. Big(Ideas) and I are forced to face them daily; and ROSH HASHANAH RESOLUTIONS, which our family makes on the beach each fall, when our congregation marks the Jewish New Year tradition of tashclich by tossing sins and regrets into the sea. The Checklist Family puts our own spin on that, by consigning personal shortcomings or things we wish to change about ourselves to the water — last year, at my suggestion, Diddy threw her fear into the ocean, and since then she’s a beast on the bars at gymnastics, and in the pool at the Y. Yes I am proud of myself for thinking THAT one up!)
So yeah, I’m a big fan of making resolutions. Here’s what I’ve come up with — drum roll please, as I present Checklist Mommy’s Inaugural Annual Valentine’s Day Relationship Resolutions. (There’s only two of them, so don’t worry, this won’t take too long.) (more…)
I have an amazing girlfriend whom I have known for many years whom I adore and whom I admire beyond measure, mostly because she is brilliant and funny and warm and great at EVERYTHING she does. Diddy and her daughter were born within 6 weeks of each other, and we spent most of our pregnancies sitting in her living room on our butts because my friend Executive Supermom was on bedrest for 20 weeks. Yep, really. TWENTY WEEKS.
So for many months, I’d head over there, bring lunch, plant my ass on her couch and we’d compare pregnancy notes and nursery ideas and chat about our marriages and it was AWESOME. Probably the most fun twenty weeks of my life.
Oh, and: while we sat there, staring at our thickening ankles, (more…)