I've been meaning to share this nugget of information -- after much deliberating, I bought the Clarisonic Mia sonic facial brush (www.clarisonic.com). I don't usually indulge in these things; I still have my hair curlers from high school (believe me, they're old).
My hair stylist had been raving about how great the Clarisonic was for her and her mom. And then the Wall Street Journal did an article about it (12/27/11, www.wsj.com) and so I thought, happy new year to me and my face, went to my local drug store and bought one.
I have to say, it's pretty cool. I use it only once a day but my pores do look smaller, as promised. Apparently sonic brushes vibrate super fast, which shakes the dirt loose easier. Gross but whatever, it seems to be working.
This is not a paid endorsement for Clarisonic or the WSJ, just passing along a worthwhile tip.
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
A new "normal"
Every now and then, when I update a friend on my life's goings-on, I realize that what I do and manage everyday, while not exceptional, is a very full plate. Examples:
1. One of my boys remains raging angry at me, so much so that he can barely be polite (except when he wants money, of course). It's not any one thing that I did to set him off, so there's no easy fix. I guess he'll just stay angry until he decides not to be anymore. It hurts.
2. Another of my sons feels caught like a deer in the headlights re: the behavior of his twin toward me and the ongoing negative verbal sewage that his dad says about me. "I just want everybody to get along and be nice. Why can't you do that?" I wish it were so easy. But you can only be accommodating so long before you're just a putz, I told him. I'm done being a putz.
3. My little dude finally fessed up -- he doesn't want to go to boarding school. But, he hasn't told his dad. I get it -- it was hard for me to talk to his dad and I'm an adult, how can I expect my kids to?
4. Starting the hunt for alternative housing for David, my autistic 24-year old stepson. Talked to one well-regarded agency. The fellow there told me that they were just preparing for a new resident, someone who'd been on the waiting list since 1999. Ug.
5. Work. I don't wanna ... but thank goodness for the flexibility and diversion.
So, while the Mr. and I trudge along through this bleary February weather, I look forward to a yet unplanned getaway (a prior trip has been cancelled; not a good time to go away) and to resolution of the various issues weighing me down. On the upside, spring has to be on its way, right? And I have great friends.
My new normal isn't exactly normal, but it's all mine!
Keep trying to choose happy.
1. One of my boys remains raging angry at me, so much so that he can barely be polite (except when he wants money, of course). It's not any one thing that I did to set him off, so there's no easy fix. I guess he'll just stay angry until he decides not to be anymore. It hurts.
2. Another of my sons feels caught like a deer in the headlights re: the behavior of his twin toward me and the ongoing negative verbal sewage that his dad says about me. "I just want everybody to get along and be nice. Why can't you do that?" I wish it were so easy. But you can only be accommodating so long before you're just a putz, I told him. I'm done being a putz.
3. My little dude finally fessed up -- he doesn't want to go to boarding school. But, he hasn't told his dad. I get it -- it was hard for me to talk to his dad and I'm an adult, how can I expect my kids to?
4. Starting the hunt for alternative housing for David, my autistic 24-year old stepson. Talked to one well-regarded agency. The fellow there told me that they were just preparing for a new resident, someone who'd been on the waiting list since 1999. Ug.
5. Work. I don't wanna ... but thank goodness for the flexibility and diversion.
So, while the Mr. and I trudge along through this bleary February weather, I look forward to a yet unplanned getaway (a prior trip has been cancelled; not a good time to go away) and to resolution of the various issues weighing me down. On the upside, spring has to be on its way, right? And I have great friends.
My new normal isn't exactly normal, but it's all mine!
Keep trying to choose happy.
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Difficulties
This is a difficult time, hence the scarcity of posts. Everyone is healthy, but I'm fighting my sons' father, which is never fun. He has unilaterally decided not only to try to send my youngest to boarding school, but to do so without my consent. Today I learned that he submitted applications to those schools without supplying any information about me -- effectively erasing me from my son's life as his mother. To say that I am outraged is an understatement.
This brings things to a whole new level. Thank goodness for the Mr., who is a rock and tremendous support.
The worse part of all this -- how it will play out for my sons. Heartbreaking.
This brings things to a whole new level. Thank goodness for the Mr., who is a rock and tremendous support.
The worse part of all this -- how it will play out for my sons. Heartbreaking.
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