For The New Year, I’m Getting Back on My Binge Watching Train.

Recently, I was wearing my cool  NETFLIX shirt out in public and someone stopped me.

I LOVE NETFLIX!! What shows are you watching right now?!?

I panicked. With all the holidays and kids at home and my family making plans, I’ve COMPLETELY dropped the binge watching ball. I mumbled an answer of ” Oh, I’m just watching FRIENDS in a loop. It’s been so crazy lately. Bwahaha!! What shows are you watching?!?” That’s right.  I just turned the attention to you, nosy stranger. 

I admit it…I’ve been a terrible role model. My skills as a binge watcher have been novice at most. Slacker, is what they should call me. I need to regroup and readjust my priorities. Maybe there should be a Binge Anonymous where we talk about our shows and are encouraged to get back to the couch with chips and a robe.

It’s time to get back on track with my shows. I jumped off the train but I left my seat warm. Here’s a few things that I need to play catch up on: 

  • I LOVE Kevin Spacey’s portrayal as the corrupt President Underwood on House Of Cards but I haven’t seen anything pass the part where him and Claire aren’t yelling at each other. I hear I 
  • In Stranger Things, something exciting happened after the kid’s sister’s best friend falls into the pool and disappears. I don’t know what that exciting thing is!
  • Once Upon A Time I knew what was happening with the dark swan.
  • It’s pretty Scandalous that I’m at a loss over Olivia’s affair with the Prez.
  • I hear Black Mirror is hauntingly amazing.  Like a modern day Twilight Zone. 

I feel like an imposter wearing this shirt

  • THERE ARE 6 seasons of Shameless but WHERE WAS I during each premiere episodes?! Nowhere important , I tell you!! 

Dear reader, I believe I have failed you. You come to me for support and understanding during your binge watching needs and look at me. Big ol’ slacker me.

If you are watching ANY OF THESE SHOWS, send me a message. I need to play catch up RIGHT NOW!! I need you, fellow bingers! 

I’d like to where my shirt again with pride and a plethora of shows to recommend. 





How They Got So Smarty Smart Smart #enfamil

I was one of those parents. The parent that started out breastfeeding and then things changed (and then kept changing). You don’t need to know the details but let’s just say, I’m glad I did. I felt awful, at first,  but I warmed to the idea because I was feeding my kid and we were both dealing with less anxiety. And things were joyful. We all need more joy, don’t you think?
If you ask me if I would do the same thing again, the answer is a huge thunderous YES. A “yes” because my kids were able to bond with all of the family members!! Not only did I get to watch the sweet glueyness that my son had with my husband but I could see it with my mom, dad, mother-in-law and aunties. When my daughter was born, my toddler son would feed my baby girl…and it was glorious. It made our little tiny family feel monstrous with encircling love.

Now I know that everyone says that their kids are smart but…my kids were born smart and matured to mini geniuses. They took to games and puzzles like maniacs and yes, I’m totally boasting. Please forgive me, but I’d like to think that because I let go of all my worries and guilt and allowed both my babies to bottle feed, I made a conscious choice to open up their opportunities for greatness. Both kids walked before they had turned 1 year old. They were alert, responsive and crazy cunning. They would just figure.stuff.out. It was nutso. I can’t even explain it. 
The one thing that kept bottle feeding from being as convenient as breastfeeding is that I had to go out to get the formula. While that wasn’t an awful problem, the idea of running errands with an infant (or later on, an infant and a toddler) was met with mixed emotions and lots of calls to Daddy to pick up the baby juice on the way home. 

Luckily, there are sites like that can help parents load up on necessities like enfamil formula and other products. 

So, if you even slightly feel guilty about going full bottle feed over breast, please take my story into consideration. My kids are smarty smart smart. Breast, bottle. Potato, Potahto. 

Smarty is as smarty (and less anxious) does. 




Here it is, Christmas Eve again. 

Just yesterday, it was Thanksgiving or the first day of the school year or Fourth of July. In other words, I can hardly catch my breath as the days jet by and my kids, oh my sweet kiddos, grow like tiny skyscrapers. 

I sit here, reflecting on the past year.

I hope for a blessed new year but maybe it will be what it is; another year. A year like all the others full of ups and downs, left and right turns and above all, scary situations. I hope there might be less fear and more courage. 

I hope that this year brings health to all but I know that reality will bring illness and hurt. It’s not pessimistic, it is life. What I should be hoping for is internal strength to power through the sadness and be a role model to my children. Our memories help us heal. 

I hope this year may bring wealth to us but I know deep in my soul that the riches I have are the things that I need to make it through each day. Not to say that a little less stress about bills and having money for emergencies wouldn’t be nice. However, I know I’m not alone. I’m just grateful for what I do have.

I’m hoping for a positive change in our world. That I hear less about bombings and terrorist attacks. That families aren’t separated by war. That when I tell my children that we should have hope because there is good out there in the world we don’t see because it’s not newsworthy. I hope they remember those words as they continue to learn about our world. 

I hope that we heal; in our faith and our hearts. Our society has been living like pieces of broken glass; sharp in our words, painful to our skin, scattered without merit. Hopefully, we can be put back together through our actions and our desires to be better, do better. What an amazing window we could become, reflecting the light for future generations. 

I hope. 

The First Week of Christmas Spirit

We all need a laugh this holiday. This excerpt from the new book Mom For the Holidays gives us hope that our holiday can be salvaged too if things go astray. 

Thank you, Sarah, for sharing your story! 

The First Week of Christmas Spirit: a guest post by Sarah Hosseini 

Decking the halls this holiday season has been a freakin’ crappy show, and my expectations for the ideal Christmas-decorating night have been dashed. Insert record scratch sound effect here.
First, we bought our nine-foot Christmas tree the day after Thanksgiving (in 70-degree sunshiny weather), and after we got it home, it didn’t fit in the tree stand.

We tried to shave the trunk down with a hand saw, but then wood chips started flying, and our two kids ran around the living room with branches in their hands as if they were magic wands, about to poke each other’s eyeballs out.

We decided we needed a bigger tree stand.

Okay, no big deal. I returned to the place where I bought the too-small stand to buy a new one.

They had run out.

The lady told me to come back at 8 a.m. the next day, and they’d have the stands.

Ummmmm, Nooo.

Still staying in the Christmas spirit, I hopped down to Lowe’s to buy a new stand—they had one. Phew.

But, unfortunately, it was late when I returned home with the tree stand, and the kids were asleep.

I didn’t want to wake them—so the tree sat in its too-small stand, leaned up against the wall.

I think I actually prayed that night. “Please God, do not let the tree fall, set off the alarm, and wake the kids.”

The next day, it was time for the tree lights. We bought the big-bulb, colored ones this year. (I’m usually a classic-white-lights kinda girl—but I’m over them this year. Boring.)

We strung them all up—it was 30 seconds of beautiful, multi-colored glow—and then, BLACK. The whole tree went black.

After some trial and error we believed the bottom strand was faulty. I told my husband to go back to Lowe’s to exchange the defective lights.

He came back with new lights. We repeated the same routine . . . 30 more seconds of glow. Then black.

(Okay—was it possible that two strands were faulty?)

My husband returned to Lowe’s and came back with another set of lights—we followed the same routine, and the lights stayed lit. We put on some music, broke out the ornaments, and started decorating. And then, about five minutes into it, BLACK—and not just the tree: the whole freakin’ room blacked out.

Clearly, it was electrical overload on my old house.

FINALLY, we figured out how to ease up on the electrical situation, and we were back in business. The third time—everything stayed lit.

We resumed decorating, except my kids were playing with the ornaments and, in some cases, royally messing them up. Some of them were 30-plus years old, and the kids were wrecking them, and throwing them. Santa’s foot fell off and his long white beard was pulled up over his eyes. My husband was fuming. I was buzzed (thank you, two glasses of wine in 20 minutes), and I laughed. Then I handed my husband a beer. The tree eventually got decorated—although I think we should’ve just done it ourselves while the kids were asleep; at least Santa would still have two legs.




 “The First Week of Christmas Spirit” is an excerpt from the new anthology Mom for the Holidays: Stories of Love, Laughter, and Tantrums at Christmas and Hanukkah. 

Visit them at! You couldn’t ask for a better gift to a fellow mom! (Want the UNCENSORED VERSION? It’s available on Kindle here!)

 Sarah Hosseini: Sarah is an introverted urbanite, temporarily hiding out in the suburbs, wondering, with a glass of wine in hand, where is everybody? (But secretly, she hopes no one comes out of their house to talk to her.) She lives in Atlanta-ish with her two girls and husband. Sarah writes profanity laced musings on her blog. (

Photo credit: Photomatt28 via / CC BY-NC-ND


Please Be My Babies Again (but Just During the Holidays)

It’s the first week of December and my mommy heart is already in a state of longing. 

That longing parents feel for those days when our kids use to be those little, bright-eyed, completely innocent vessels that would see all things Christmasy and become awestruck. But being 6 and 8 years old makes them susceptible to all the holiday tricks: 

  • Santa is really your parents
  •  That elf is just a toy your mom moves at night
  • Candy canes don’t grow out of gardens of sugar and tic Tacs. 

Last year, my son was so livid that I “made” him believe that candy canes could actually grow. I mean, he was pissed. He wouldn’t talk to me. I knew at that moment that it was a glimpse of my façade’s end.  No amount of backpedaling and “but I’m your parent and that’s what parents do for their kids!” was going repair that moment of deception. 

Santa, this mommy wants a time machine for Christmas. 

Things are not a total loss though. For now, they do still believe in Santa and that elf watching them behave. That is until one of their friends 

In the meantime, I can drown my hidden sorrows in egg nog and binge Netflix. I’ll watch movies that will help me hold on to that Christmas magic a bit longer. On my list this week: 

  • Scrooged 
  • Love Actually
  • A Very Murray Christmas

Even if my kids are on the brink of being unbelievers, I don’t have to give up my superfluous holiday routine. They’ll be seeing that elf move until they move out of the house if I have away in the matter. 


Blogger’s Note: This is only a small selection of holiday shows for your viewing pleasure on Netflix. Stay tuned next month to see if my kids are still slightly awestruck and Christmas is saved for one more year.