Do you TV?

I had my first baby over 4 years ago, and since she was followed by my second like some Irish Twin the one thing lacking in my life is the Television watching I use to do.

I love my TV, have since I was a little girl, use to wait for the September TV guides to come through the front door, made the TV schedule for the whole household, so we could all watch what we wanted to without interfering in each others shows... with 4 different personalities a TV schedule that made everyone happy was highly important.

Since giving birth, CNN and Slice TV had become my go to stations. I have not seen many shows that premiered and then died out... but with my daughters beyond early school schedule, by 8pm I have my night back to myself. So here I am looking to see what might be on TV... I have an idea of what I'd like to see, have become a bit of a fan of Franklin & Bash, looking forward to Walking Dead and luckily caught an episode of Parenthood and have been hooked since day 1!

But I have some new shows that I would love to see... like I would like to watch 2 Broke girls, the new Whitney Cummings show and probably a whole bunch of other shows I might have caught a preview of and have totally forgot that I wanted to actually watch that show!

So I am asking for your help... what are you watching, what is your not to miss show, what should I be watching that I am not already watching???

How many minutes in the day do you hate your husband?

A story came out this week while Sarah Jessica Parker was doing press for her new film 'I don't know how she does it' was quoted saying that she keeps things sane by letting herself hate her husband for about 20 minutes a day... people were up in arms thinking this is a sign of a failing marriage and an unhealthy one.

I DISAGREE!

On any day of the week you can catch me and ask me how I feel about my husband and I will speak his praises, he's awesome, he's beyond helpful, he picks up the slack when I am being a turd... but I see him daily, he does little things that set me off and for that moment I want to blow up and I just vent for a few minutes.

And perhaps for about 20 minutes I might even hate the man who I am deeply madly in love with at most time. Does it mean we are destined to fail... on the contrary I actually think it might mean we will succeed!

Entering my 30s brought a new part of my social life, in our 20s all our friends started getting married, and now enters the time of our marriage where we are watching others around me getting a divorce. It's sad, I won't lie! I always wish my friends the best, but having to part ways with someone you loved so much can never be easy. But in the age of dating for eons and then marrying after and learning to cope with the stresses of life; I think people get the ideas of Happy Marriage mixed with love and passion.

I have heard of many people in our age group who move out of mommy and daddy's home to get into their newly marital home and as soon as the going gets tough and that moment you realise you hate your husband... it's like a light goes off to get up and bail. If you can't get past the Hate, well let's be honest your marriage is doomed anyways but can you let go off the Hate, did you even try? You loved for so long... can you hate for as long as you LOVED?


So if anyone ever asks me how do we work I say we have our great days and sometimes we might bicker like crazy, but we love each other, want growth and happiness for each other and we still have passion (this could be long and versed so I'll pass on sharing now)... but we might hate each other for a few minutes, sometimes we might even hate each other for the whole day because we are stubborn mules who want our way for a certain decision... but at the end of the day... We love each other so much!

I grew up in a household where fighting between parents never happened, but resentment infested their spirits and love, and like many people my age I come from a divorced home. But learning to fight it out like normal adults and learning to get over it... (like something I teach my daughters every day, she can hate what her sister might be doing but learning to accept her for who she is and how different she might be or how she sees something is nothing to stay angry about)... so I actually recommend you take a moment to praise the ones you love, accept their difference and love them and accept when you can stand them for that moment!

My husband and a friend of mine

~Cheers!

I am a mother to a child in school.....AAAAHHHHH!!!

Where do I begin, the excitement is palatable for me!

I am a secret nerd, back to school was never a big deal in my household as a child, I use to get hand me downs from my way older sister, and entered class with kids with new pens and pencils, crayons and funky pencil cases!

My mother never understood the fun that was school, she wasn't the first to be in line at the library or the book store... she liked that I was smart but had no idea how to encourage it. My eldest is smart... I know this sounds biast, but my eldest could sit from the tender age of 1 and read, colour or paint in large increments of time. Her gusto to learn is so endearing to me I want to feed and feed her little brain.

Getting her back to school stuff was far more entertaining and exciting for me than I could have ever imagined... I walked through the Business Depot saying "I am so excited, I am so excited!" I think my eldest enjoyed the aspect of me being happy for her, my poor husband on the other hand is slightly more emotional. Just yesterday he couldn't contain his emotions as she walked around the house with her new knapsack excited about getting on her school bus.

But I am a in sheer joy, I always anticipated the idea of being a mother to a child who would grow and flourish and I am relishing it like a kid in the candy store luckily for me! My poor husband will have to grow into that concept!

To vacation or not...

I use to go to Greece as a child a lot, actually very much alone!

While you are going to read the end of that sentence in a very bizarre manner, my parents would put me on a plane alone with supervision and send me off to see family over in Greece, doing it alone actually gave me a ton of independence. Never did I feel I needed to be in the company of others to feel safe, I felt safe with myself. But it's been 10 years since I last step foot on Greek soil and I am yearning to go back.

Was thinking about going back as a family unit, debating about the costs associated to take toddlers across the pond, plane tickets that are outstandingly high, car rental fees that are crazy (we have 4 people to move around a whole country) gas, food, souvenirs and some tours. We decided to postpone til the next baby arrives.

But the other day my husband sent me for a loop when he said why not go at it alone. It would be so nice to go, pregnant to see all my friends and family... so much has changed since the last time I swam in salt water, since I saw my cousins and now meet new additions to their families. But I am being guilt ridden, I have always wanted to take my husband to Greece, to show him all my favorite places in Athens, Sparta, my favorite beaches in Stoupa, cliff diving off rock beaches in Mani and well just drinking a Frappe at a platia in the middle of any city in Greece and being up swept by the culture.

Many wouldn't understand what I mean, but I always dreamt about the day returning to Greece to see my girls run through a platia with other kids whose parents are also enjoying their coffee! Teach my girls to swim in the Mediterranean like I first did, get them to be spoiled rotten by family who has only ever seen them in pictures, talked to them on the phone. Get them to meet my oldest friend, my friend Rania that I first met at the tender age of 8 and who also is expecting her first this month.

I long for small jaunts to Greece, I miss the feeling of being there even if it's for a few days, I hate how far it is, how I can't ever go and island hop because I have to much to do when I am there, too many people to see to much excitement to be missed. It will never be a destination vacation, like a home away from home for me.

So next week, I might wake up deciding to take myself onto a very long 8hr plane ride and be one with the wind and go, just go... but it won't happen if I can't stop eating at myself that I should be there with all my family!