1. I still get carded and mistaken for the nanny. Yeah, it used to be flattering and cute but now it's just getting annoying. Friday night I went out with friends to a Chinese restaurant that does karoeke in a SHOPPING PLAZA in the SUBURBS. We all sit down. The waitress asks for id. Everyone starts to take theirs out and she sternly says, "No. Just her's" and points to me. Like I can find it in my atrocity of a pocketbook. Next day I'm carded with Amelia at Whole Foods. This week I picked up Drew from Boy Scouts. Now granted I haven't picked him up for most of the year because I usually am training on Wednesdays but still, the Mother Den Leader knows me. I walk in to get him and she looks at me and says, "You can't be the mom. You're too young." Drew rolls his eyes and starts saying, "Not again. Everybody always thinks she's my sister." You know next week I'll be blogging about how someone asked me if I want the senior discount when buying my Depends next week.
Here's a picture from that night. What I loved about this is that its a combination of mom friends, college friends and Wayland friends. A merger!
2. I'm brave enough to take my 10 year old son shopping. On Friday Amelia went with a friend to see The Hannah Montana Movie (thank you from the bottom of my heart Mark H for taking the girls to that) so Drew and I hit Toys R Us, had lunch at Chipolte and then bought him his first pair of real running shoes. I had to go to Nordstroms because the new pair of Citizens that I had picked up after alterations were still too long. Turns out they were never hemmed. Hmmm. So while we're waiting for the seamstress, I of course find 6 pairs of other jeans to try on and have no choice but to take Drew in with me. You would have that that I had learned my lesson after the Amelia bra shopping fiasco. Apparently I am a glutton for punishment.
Steph: What do you think of these?
Drew: When can we go?
Steph: After I try these on. What do you think?
Drew: I think I'm going to throw up. He then proceeds to text his Dad with this message, "HELP me Dad. I am in shopping hell." At least he spelled hell correctly. The strange thing is, he actually picked out the pair I bought. Joe's of course. I then put him over the edge by picking out three new shades of MAC Lipglass. He was pretty much rolling on the floor and foaming at the mouth in the cosmetics department.
3. My idea of cost saving. Not exactly his. So I realize that I am going to have to change just a few things when I am no longer working full time next year so have been practicing. But remember, I will be working at least part time so it's not do or die. I actually am going to mow the lawn. Cleaning people are non-negotiable; they stay. But I also see this as a time to stock up on some things. Like jeans. He sees it as a time to save more money. The funny thing is, he's starting to develop some Steph preferences. He just bought a foreign car. He didn't blink when I bought him tickets to see The J. Geils Band ($100 a pop.) He's been on this David Sedaris kick and doesn't seem to mind when The Amazon box appears on the doorstep. I'm not hearing anything about the library. Yet he will freak out if I buy gas at the station that is three cents more a gallon than the gas station 10 miles from my house that sells it cheaper. For Easter, my dad and step mom got the kids these piggy banks with different compartments. One of them is save. Vic looks at me with that look like, "Your dad should have bought one for you too." Ha, ha, very funny.
4. Let's have Easter brunch at one of the most hip and bohemian clubs in Boston. I am so over the big hotel all you can eat brunch. I decided this year to go into Boston to The Beehive. The Beehive is known for its eclectic crowd and music. It's a hot nightclub. He wasn't so sure. Never doubt the wife Aquaman. The place was awesome. A fantastic hippy Jazz woman singing in spanish and Dali like paintings on the wall. Excellent food and they even had an egg hunt for the kids. Halfway through the meal he looks at me and goes, "You did good Willis." Of course I did! We want to go back at night without the kids. Now Amelia has been getting told everywhere we go that she looks just like me. Decide for yourself.
This past week was tough. I had to tell the kids in my class that I wasn't coming back. It was so hard. I had so many parents tell me how distraught their child was, how much of an affect that I have had on them. One mom said, "You brought my daughter out of her shell and she had fun learning and has no idea how much she has learned from you." I can list 100 things that I could improve on as a teacher but I feel the one thing I am really good at is connecting with kids and making them feel comfortable. I really kind of started to freak out because some of my closest friends are at work. And they came through for me this week in so many different ways. I also know that they will remain close friends. I got an email today from one of them that actually got me teary eyed. Of course I immediately emailed back with plans for a little pre-marathon shopping spree. Of course she accepted!
The marathon. OMG, I am running a marathon in 8 days. Boston. The Hills. I can't even get into it right now. I've got conferences this week in addition to marathon freak out. I have raised almost $4,000 in 6 weeks. I am stunned; for awhile there I didn't even think I was going to make $3,000. I have got to stay steady and focused this week. No distractions. Last week was too unsteady for me but once again, have to thank my friends for making me laugh, making fun of me which makes me laugh even harder (and I dish it right back), telling me funny stories when I start our conversation with, "My day sucked," sending me music that's not even released yet (seriously that one made my week), asking if "I'm ready" for next week and reminding me of what's important. And thanks to my family who is in week 18 of their, "Put up with Steph's training" training. Aquaman even did my laundry I'm that stressed out. Of course he put my cashmere sweater in the dryer and now the Mayor of Munchinkland couldn't even fit in it. It's the thought that counts right? Guess I'll have to go and buy a new one.....
I warned Vic tonight that the next week could be al little ugly. I am so excited that a fellow Wayland mom, Lisa N is running for the first time. She is so much fun, has a ton of energy and hip. We've made plans to get the obligatory mani/pedi next weekend. Vic is going to drive us to Hopkinton. On Sunday a sorority sister is hosting a brunch at her apartment on Newbury Street and then I'm going to meet some friends for some shopping and pick up my number. Seeing Marchese on Saturday for the final deep tissue torture before the big day and going to the BMC dinner the night before the marathon. People, I don't even know what color I'm wearing????? Me. I better not look like Big Bird's lost Mexican cousin this year.
Yes. I will now obsess with the color of my jersey instead of running the 26.2 miles.
8 days. Just 8 days.
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