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So I’ve been away the last few days driving my older daughter Samantha and her boyfriend Zane across the county and getting them settled into their new home in Georgia where she will be finishing her education. Actually Zane did most of the driving. I love road trips and I love seeing our beautiful country, it really is breathtaking, but MAN- that much time in a small car and I feel like I need a chiropractor! I am definitely too old for that nonsense.
But I am back and since this is my second time dropping off a kid at a far away college and the third time having a kid leave home for a far away place, I thought I would share my thoughts on the experience. I don’t have an empty nest quite yet- still have one at home although since she’s 16 I rarely see her anymore. But they don’t have a word yet for when the baby birds start leaving and the acute pain that a mommy bird feels with one or more of her chicklets out there flying on their own in the storms of life without a parachute. It’s terrifying and exciting and freeing and heartbreaking all at once. It’s a unique feeling- we need a name for it.

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If you’re anything like me, you’re an involved parent. You know your kids friends, the friends’ parents, the coaches of their sports teams, their teachers, and basically where they are and what they’re doing and a fairly good idea of how much sleep they got and what they ate that day… then they go off to college or move out or whatever they choose to do after high school and BAM! POW! Suddenly you know nothing (Jon Snow) you know NOTHING. You know none of their friends, teachers, coaches, or any of the people in their life other than possibly a roommate you meet at dropoff briefly. You know nothing about where they are unless you are tracking them on Find My Friends and you have no clue if they’re eating or taking their meds or getting any sleep or anything. You go from fully involved to being a complete outsider overnight. It’s disconcerting to say the least.
You have to focus on other things, occupy your brain with new projects. Start a new hobby, throw yourself into work. DO NOT transfer that energy to your other kids, they will not appreciate it. Now is a great time to take up a new sport or to try something you’ve always wanted to attempt like running a 5k or learning to code- whatever floats your boat. If you’ve been a stay at home mom, now would be a great time to start volunteering or reenter the workforce part time. But you must stay busy and occupied because it’s long ass time until Thanksgiving and you WILL go insane. So stop obsessing and start remembering who you were before you had kids and what some of the dreams and goals you had for yourself were- are any of them still on your bucket list and still achievable?

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When my son went away to college I toughed it out for a year but eventually I got a puppy. I had never had a puppy before and I may have severely underestimated the time and training required but she sure kept me busy and occupied. She is almost 3 now and it’s like having a toddler in the house still, always needing to be cared for and played with. I’m not sure I would recommend a puppy to anyone, but lots of great dogs and cats at the local animal shelter who are already house trained need homes and they are wonderful distractions and cuddle companions and I promise they won’t leave you for college.
The shirt I am wearing is by Jason Wu Grey but I could not find it online (it’s from two seasons ago… whompwhompwhomp sad violin sounds…) but I did find several other similar styles including some much more affordable options all available now. I linked them below! Perfect transitional piece for Fall.
Okay, so apparently I have a lot of repressed aggression. Like homicidal aggression and only very lightly repressed, bubbling just below the surface of my seemingly zen appearance. I might look like your typical OC suburban mom, but who knew I was harboring such Dexter level thoughts like a Titanic iceberg ready to sink this whole ship? Y’all didn’t know we were doing confessions today did you???? Oh yes sisters, we ’bout to spill the tea on how I realized I might be a homicidal maniac.
I walked into my closet yesterday afternoon, feeling very smug because I had just redone my closet and I’m quite happy with the way it looks. I’ve been trying to work on prettying up the shelving unit I just bought to display all my purses and thought it would be an ideal time to rearrange things- Alex didn’t sleep well at all the night before and had just gone down for a nap. (Side note we can explore later- he’s having some “oh my god I’m about to die what was the meaning of my whole life type crisis. Is there such a thing as a late life crisis similar to a mid life one? He’s obsessed with estate planning and it’s keeping him up at night) ANYHOO- I walk into my closet and look down at my fave Chanel boots thinking “Oh hey its Pumpkin Spice Latte day which means it’s finally acceptable to wear boots”- here in California we don’t have weather or seasons so we tell fashion cues by Starbucks cups and drinks. Pumpkin spice latte day means ankle boots can come out to play and Christmas cups means cashmere and full boots and scarves are now acceptable. Again with the anyhoo- there was a MOTHER FUCKING MOUSE sitting on my Chanel. Just sitting there looking up at me like hmmm, I like the makeover in here, it’s looking good.

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Ya, that’s a NOPE for me dawg. I don’t do rodents. I’m not catching Ebola in my own damn home. I looked over at my “guard”dog who will gladly eat the gardener or mailman alive and he was smiling at this damn mouse like it was the cutest thing he’d seen all day. Didn’t even know the stupid dog could smile. I mean, the mouse was cute but like outdoors cute not cute in my closet. Not even Fievel was that fucking cute. So I go outside and get one of our mouser cats we have on property to keep mice and rats out of our hay barn. This black cat is like the Pablo Escobar of the neighborhood. He kills mice and rats and lizards, yes but I also find dead birds near his enclosure too which really pisses me off. Why don’t they fly away? They can FLY! How do they not escape him when they can FLY? So I figure I will let him come inside this one time to do what he does best, Alex won’t care since he’s asleep and won’t know and I will solve the mouse issue. I go outside to like the shady side of town and hire the mouse hitman and bring him back to my closet and show him the mouse and basically chaos ensues. Have you seen the movie Mouse Hunt?
In the movie Mouse Hunt two men inherit a mansion only to find it has a small mouse living in it. In an attempt to get rid of the mouse they essentially destroy the entire home. So imagine me and the cat chasing the mouse all over the bedroom while also trying to be super quiet and not wake Alex while the mouse and cat run up the curtains which surround the bed, go under the bed, etc etc. This is one of many many many times I thought to myself that I really need a camera crew to follow me around because my life is hilarious. We (Cat who I am sorry I did not properly introduce, his name is The Great Catsby and I) did NOT catch the mouse but we did manage to wake Alex up. He stands up, sees me chasing the cat who is chasing the mouse and the two dogs who are following us both and starts laughing and shaking his head. I try to explain my plan and he is just laughing harder.

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So Alex walks to the patio door that leads out to the pool deck and opens it up and says “did you try letting the mouse outside? Or your twisted brain when straight to murder?” And that ladies and gentleman is where we stand… apparently my brain goes straight to murder? What is wrong with me? The mouse went right out when he opened the door and looked relieved frankly to be given the option. The cat was put back outside to terrorize the local wildlife and I am left to ponder my homicidal instincts.
Since sadly my blog budget does not yet allow for a full time camera crew to capture my every day hi jinks (whomp whomp whomp sad trombone) I have included these photos of me with a less murderous kitty because Catsby does not like to be held and/or photographed (he may be wanted by law enforcement) and one without the cat because we hadn’t gotten to the cat part of the story yet so ya there you go. Also the polka dot dress is available on my blog shop if you just have to have it or whatever, it’s pretty cute. The cat is not for sale, sorry.
Screw January 1, back to school has always been my New Years. For me, it’s the time for resolutions, closet cleaning, organization, and starting anew. THIS YEAR is the one. The year I am going to be an organized person. It’s a whole new me! I’m gonna start a new exercise regimen, I’m gonna volunteer for shit (well maybe not), I’m gonna make new mom friends, I’m gonna do all kinds of stuff with all my time once those pesky kids go back to their schedules.
And then the weirdest thing happens, it’s called LIFE. And it always happens and it always gets in my mother fucking way. Somebody gets sick. Somebody’s car needs service and they’re not old enough to drive a rental so I have to go with them and swap cars and there goes my morning. A contractor falls through the ceiling (it happened) or accidentally throws away all the tile you just bought for the new flooring (also happened) and you have to fix it ASAP. Work has a crisis or 10 at once. One of the kids or one of my family members derails and I have to get them back on track and somehow I just don’t seem to find the time to organize those closets or label those files or sort through those photo albums or whatever the hell it was I was going to do this year.
Who are these people anyway? These people who manage to take these amazing posed Christmas card photos AND mail them on time AND keep track of everyone’s addresses? Who are these people who bring their lunches to work in those little Container Store bento boxes AND remember to bring the boxes back home AND wash them out and pack them again the very next damn day and every damn day after that one? Who are these people?
I don’t know, man. Most days I am barely keeping my head above water. Some days I feel like I am keeping my nostrils and little puckered mouth above water and I’m really fucking proud of myself for doing that much. So little bento box packed lunches with meal prepping? That’s just not my journey bitch, but I am giving you mad props for it. You go. I’ll be over here in the drive thru lane wasting $11 on a Starbucks salad that tastes like defeat. But it’s okay. Because sometimes I’ll get Cane’s crinkle fries and sauce and that tastes like joy so there’s that….
To be honest I am just happy when I am back on a schedule and I feel like I can get my arms around life again. Everybody is back to having regular bedtimes and meal times and I can plan my day a bit. My resolution this year is to help my daughter navigate college applications and ACT/SAT and to adjust to the idea that soon enough my nest will be truly empty. I’ve also got my hands full helping my hubby with some health issues as he gets older and looks toward retirement, something I’d like to explore more on the blog. And of course, I am still learning about blogging as it is all very new to me and I am not very tech savvy. So thank you all for your patience, I promise I will improve! What are your New Year’s resolutions for this school year?
We are back with the next Pantone Fall color- Ceylon yellow. This color gets it’s name from a gemstone, but is really kind of a new spin on the popular spice colors of recent years. It’s reminiscent of turmeric or mustard but with a decidedly brighter hue. I find it easier to wear with my skin tone.
This is a great one to try on accessories as I am seeing a lot of lovely bags, scarves, and jewelry with this bright accent color. I personally love it as a bold statement dress. It’s so bright that it’s almost a neutral. I like to be unexpected sometimes and go for the bold color, stand out in a sea of black and navy (obviously not at a funeral please).
This is a perfect color to wear as a top or around your face towards the winter if, like me, your summer glow fades and you start to look a little pale. I always need color to brighten my skin- it’s either that or resorting to the equivalent of stage makeup through the winter months. Come January people start asking me if I’m feeling okay, yes I’m not sickly or dying of influenza… I’m just extremely pale. I promise I’m going to make it through the winter. God forbid I wear a neutral color like last year’s rose gold or blush pink, I looked like a very poorly Victorian child with consumption. My dark circles are no fucking joke people. Jewel tones like ceylon yellow are my ticket to looking healthy and photo ready all winter long. That and under eye cover up.
By the way, this dress in the photo is available on our blog shop right HERE.
I was originally going to write this post specifically about high schoolers, but realized that I could apply most of these tips to my college age children as well. Let’s face it, getting your kids back to school is crazy expensive, but I have a few tips to help make it a little less so. I have 4 kids after all and it gets hella expensive. Between the required books, school supplies, clothes and possible dorm supplies, it’s easy to spend a small fortune. Here are some of my best money saving tips:
Not much we can do about the cost of actual school supplies besides taking advantage of all the special sales that happen this time of year. Also not a lot of control over the cost of yearbooks, ASB cards or parking permits, etc. But we save where we can and we hope they appreciate the small fortune they’re costing us. Hopefully when they’ve graduated and have good jobs (lol at the economy rn) they will put us in the slightly better than terrible nursing homes, am I right? Remember when we used to complain about the cost of diapers? HAHAHAHAHHAHA, if only we knew how good we had it back then.
