Fish Food In The Sock Drawer…. Totally Normal, Right?

I don’t know about you, but laundry hanging out of every drawer and stacked up on top of the bureau makes me NUTS!  Today I couldn’t take it anymore so I stopped what I was doing and started sorting out my oldest son’s drawer.

This is a real bureau in my house right now as you read :-(

My son’s bureau

Not only did I find toddler sized socks (he’s 15 😳) but I also found size 5T jammies.

I also found a bottle of fish food that was dumped on the bottom, who knows when….

Dried up, old fish food!

Dried up, old fish food!

I shook out each pair of underwear and each pair of socks and little dried up pieces of fish food fell out of them.

So this leads me to believe a few things.

First of all, one of the kids spilled fish food into another kid’s underwear drawer and didn’t clean it up.  They also didn’t tell anybody or ask for help cleaning it up.

Fish food WAY too close to the underwear drawer!

Fish food WAY too close to the underwear drawer!

Secondly my two teens (13 and 15) are always arguing over socks so I KNOW they both saw the fish food and decided to just wear the socks with fish food on them and not clean up the mess.

Is wearing fish food socks and underwear itchy?  Smelly?  I’m going to say yes.

Since my 8 year old owns the fish, he is getting the blame for this one.

Clearly the others noticed and ignored it.

Normal, right?

 

EDIT:  The 15 year old son also happens to be a genius when it comes to anything related to reading, writing or language so I asked him to give me a quick edit on this post and he has a problem with me stating that he wore fish food on his socks and underwear.

He wants it to state clearly here that he did NOT see any fish food in his drawer. 😂

 

Jenns Bio Pic 2Jennifer Ormond is a Boston-based entrepreneur, author, radio personality, blogger, mom to 4 amazing kids, and wife. Lover of business, coffee, writing, children and parenting. Queen of sarcasm and eternal optimist!

Connect with Jenn at mommybusiness.net, coffeebreakcafe.net, or jenniferormond.com. On Twitter- @jennormond & @mommybiz7

Why This Mom Loves Pokemon Go!

This mom of four (ages 8,10, 13, and 15) loves Pokémon Go!

When my oldest two were younger and really into Pokémon, I was sometimes pregnant, sometimes nursing and ALWAYS tired.

I could hear them talking about Pikachu and Dragonite and it sounded like a totally different language to me. They read the books, collected the cards, and watched the show. While they watched the show, I would wash dishes, or cook a meal, do laundry, or nurse a younger one. It was rare that I sat next to them and watched an episode.

They ALWAYS asked me to play/watch/listen. They always wanted me to play the game or watch the show with them. They wanted to sit next to me to show me the cards and discuss, at length, the names of the characters, their powers, and what they turned into. At the time, I was too tired, distracted, and just plain confused by the whole thing.

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Before I knew it, those cards and books stopped being used. Nobody asked me to sit with them and go over poke cards with them anymore. I was sad. I knew I had missed out on a great bonding time that I could never get back, or so I thought….

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My youngest son, who is now 8, loves Pokémon. He isn’t quite as excited as his older brothers were, but does pull out the old cards and always uses his own money to buy more. This time, I am paying attention- I don’t want to lose out on the opportunity to learn about Pokémon (and bond with my little guy!)

Recently, one of my friends on Facebook told me about Pokémon GO.  I hadn’t heard of it, but with a few quick scrolls, I could clearly see this was HUGE. I went to download it and I could see from the App store that somebody in my family already had- I was PSYCHED!

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Fast forward two weeks and there are three of us playing. (The two little ones play on my phone while I am driving.) Since we are all competitive, we are having a blast seeing who can get to the next level quickest. We are all helping each other too when we see Pokémon that are in the area and as a team we seek out Poke stops.

I am loving every minute of this. The language is familiar this time around and we are all learning together how to play. I am determined not to miss out on the bonding opportunity this time around!


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I feel like this is a chance to take a walk back through the two oldests’ childhoods.

Yes, it can be annoying when I have to sit in a parking lot for an extra 10 minutes at a “gym.”  Yes, it is irritating when we drive a little bit further than the Pokéstop and miss it altogether.  And yes, we had to make an agreement on vacation that we would all put our phones away for a few hours and enjoy real life instead of “Poklife”.

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But overall, I am embracing this little phase. I have two teens who WANT to hang with me. Or maybe they don’t necessarily want to, but I know they don’t hate me, like they could. They are fun to be around and we are having so much fun together with this silly little game!

 

Me and my two oldest :-)

Me and my two oldest 🙂

 

Here’s the scoop in my humble opinion- we have a super popular video game (more popular than many social networks) that all ages are having fun with. Our children are not shooting people, killing anybody or anything, they are not harming prostitutes or police like in other games. They are catching creatures with really creative names, colors and powers.

 

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Yes, the distraction factor is a real problem.

Yes, I have read that the FBI and the CIA are reading my thoughts, emails, pics and DNA through my agreeing to this little games contract, but since my life is pretty boring, who cares?  Listen away. Listen to us having some fun together. 😉

-J


Jenns Bio Pic 2Jennifer Ormond is a Boston-based entrepreneur, author, radio personality, blogger, mom to 4 amazing kids, and wife.  Lover of business, coffee, writing, children and parenting.  Queen of sarcasm and eternal optimist! 

Connect with Jenn at mommybusiness.net, coffeebreakcafe.net, or jenniferormond.com. On Twitter- @jennormond & @mommybiz7

 

 

 

A Lost Child…. Every Parent’s Nightmare

Walking down the very crowded Ocean City boardwalk, in the middle of my long-awaited vacation last week, I heard the cry of a terrified child. My friend and I stopped short, as did a bunch of other moms. We know what primal fear sounds like.

I turned to see a lost little boy. He had found a police officer who was saying and doing all the right things.

The boy (who appeared to be around 4 or 5) knew his first and last name, plus his mom’s phone number. (Good job, Mama!).

The police officer had the boy sit down on a bench while reassuring him that they would find his mom. The officer got to the boy’s level by kneeling on one knee while asking him questions. He was speaking softly into his walkie talkie, reporting every detail to the person on the other end.

Lost boy. Face blurred to protect his identity.

Lost boy.
Face blurred to protect his identity.

Just as the two began to walk towards the crowd, a young teen ran over and asked if the kid’s name was “John” because there was a frantic mom screaming for a kid named “John.”

That’s when I walked away. All was good.

I turned to look at my own kids, who, along with my friend’s children, were oblivious to what was happening. I was so grateful at that moment.

That little boy gets to snuggle with his mom tonight because of that police officer. What might have happened if that lost little boy ran into the arms of the wrong person? I can’t even go there.

The officer was calm and reassuring. He was professional and kind. I’m sure he will be remembered as a hero by that little boy and his mom.

Not only does this man put on a uniform every day and risk his life for strangers; he keeps his eyes out for children who needs his help and protection. It was beautiful to witness this interaction, especially knowing it ended happily.

There is so much ugliness going on in this world right now, I just wanted to share some beauty.

-J


Jenns Bio Pic 2Jennifer Ormond is a Boston-based entrepreneur, author, radio personality, blogger, mom to 4 amazing kids, and wife.  Lover of business, coffee, writing, children and parenting.  Queen of sarcasm and eternal optimist! 

Connect with Jenn at mommybusiness.net, coffeebreakcafe.net, or jenniferormond.com. On Twitter- @jennormond & @mommybiz7

 

 

 

 

 

What 45 Looks Like

I was on a weekend getaway with my family recently in New Hampshire, when I bumped into an acquaintance who lives in the town next to mine. We knew each other well enough to say hello and chat a bit. We talked about skiing and North Conway and how great it is.

She asked me if I skied and I told her I hadn’t put them on since before children. Since my oldest is 14, that makes it about 15 years since the last time I had skied. I was bursting with pride because I didn’t fall down once!!

I told her how excited I was that this 45 year old body could still behave like a 20 something’s. She looked at me like she was a bit confused. She then said, “Wow! You do NOT look 45.”

I didn’t know what to say.

Is this a compliment?

What does 45 look like?

Do I look older or younger?

Then I went back to, what does 45 look like?

I thought about it for a few days and this is what I have come up with.

1. 45 looks tired. I can’t remember the last time I slept in my own bed without a kid waking up in the middle of the night needing a hug for a bad dream or an arm or leg in my face.  I have 4 kids who are active and require me to drive a lot, cook, do laundry and a lot of cleaning. We also do lots of homework, lots of arguing and an awful lot of laughing.

Kids sleeping in my spot on the bed :-(

Kids sleeping in my spot on the bed 🙁

2. 45 looks bigger. For me, anyway. I have been fighting weight gain since the sperm hit the egg 15 years ago and the numbers keep going up, unfortunately.  I am having fun working out, trying to get the numbers back down, though.

I love my taekwondo!

I love my taekwondo!

3. 45 looks lighter. I no longer care so much about what others think. Obviously, there are a select few people in my life that I truly love and respect and I care what they think but, overall, people can and do talk crap about me and I simply don’t care. As women, we spend so much time worrying about what others think and say about us when it really only matters what we think of ourselves. I don’t think I understood that truly until I hit my 40’s.

Kids making me "pretty".  They wrote "mom" on my face :-)

Kids making me “pretty”. They wrote “mom” on my face 🙂

4. 45 looks ballsy. Yep, ballsy! I do things now that I never would have done in my 20’s. I speak publicly about being a business owner and try to help as many people as possible. I get up in front of strangers and judges and do taekwondo at tournaments. I recently got on skis for the first time in 15 years (I was terrified). I am on the radio. I write. I put myself out there and allow myself to be vulnerable.

That is me, filled with anxiety about to go down the mountain.  Well, okay it was the bunny hill but that counts!  :-)

That is me, filled with anxiety about to go down the mountain. Well, okay it was the bunny hill but that counts! 🙂

5. 45 looks (or feels) like a kid who is still learning how to be an adult. I hugged my oldest the other night, he was upset. I caught our reflection in the mirror while hugging and thought to myself, how on earth did I get the honor and privilege of parenting this kid? I am still a kid myself trying to find my way through this life, and here I am making the rules.

6.  45 looks grateful.  I am grateful to have a husband who loves me and four children who teach me why I was put here on this earth.  I am grateful for a roof over my head and food in my belly. I am grateful that my parents had me young and I have them both in my life still.  I am grateful for REALLY good friends and I am super grateful for such a tight knit extended family.

7. 45 looks happy. I am happy.  I truly appreciate what I have. I love my husband, my children and my businesses. I understand now, more than ever, that money really can’t buy happiness.

Me and my love out having fun :-)

Me and my love out having fun 🙂

 

I am grateful that this woman made me really think long and hard about what 45 looks like.  I don’t know if I look my age.  Hopefully, when people look at me, they see a mom, wife, friend who tries to be a good person, because every day I try to be a little bit better than I was yesterday.

 


Jenns Bio Pic 2Jennifer Ormond is a Boston-based entrepreneur, author, radio personality, blogger, mom to 4 amazing kids, and wife.  Lover of business, coffee, writing, children and parenting.  Queen of sarcasm and eternal optimist! 

Connect with Jenn at mommybusiness.net, coffeebreakcafe.net, or jenniferormond.com. On Twitter- @jennormond & @mommybiz7

 

 

Getting Creative With Sun Butter!

As a mom to four children with many activities and food allergies, I have to be creative with meals since most of them are eaten on the go.  Sandwiches seem to be the go-to option in our house.

With the new year right around the corner, I am trying to come up with some new sandwich recipes to spice things up a bit.  We have been in a super boring food slump.

We have peanut and tree nut allergies in our family so nuts of any kind are not allowed.  (Except for the nut writing this 🙂 )  Sun butter is a staple in our home.

Last night, I decided to try and be creative with sun butter sandwich recipes. It is safe for my kids, they like it, and it is high in protein. I dug out an old peanut butter recipe book I have had for years.  I substituted sun butter for peanut butter and  had a “tasting party” and got valuable feedback from the kids.

First we tried “The Elvis” sandwich. This was Elvis Presley’s favorite sandwich, the book said. My version was sun butter spread on both sides of the bread, bacon, thinly sliced bananas and honey, on toasted bread. Sounds strange but was SO GOOD! This sandwich got the highest ratings from the “tasters”.

The "Elvis" sandwich :-)

The “Elvis” sandwich 🙂

Next up on the strange sandwich list was a grilled cheese with sun butter! Yes, it sounds nasty but honestly it was really good! It was a little sweet and salty. You know those little orange cheese crackers with peanut butter in the center? Kind of like that but much better, because I added butter and toasted the bread. The “tasters” liked the sandwich but couldn’t commit to actually eating it on a regular basis.

Grilled cheese with sun butter!

Grilled cheese with sun butter!

Last, but not least, for our sandwich tasting party was a BLT with sun butter.  That too, was strange and delicious at the same time. Unfortunately my tasters were not on board. 😞

BLT with sun butter

BLT with sun butter

 

Only one of these sandwiches made the cut, but at least we came up with something a little bit different.

 

We also like to dip just about anything in sun butter, veggies, cookies, crackers or just eating it plain.  My current fav is the traditional ants on a log, a little sun butter smeared in celery topped with raisins. 🙂

YUM!

YUM!

There are so many things we can do with sun butter.  I am just grateful that within my house full of food allergy kids, they actually enjoy the taste.

It is one of my secret pleasures as well.

Feel free to send me some of your favorite sun butter recipes (or post on fb of course)!  We would love some suggestions :-).

Jenn@mommybusiness.net

Happy New year!

-J

 

 

 

 

Photo credit Shutterstock.com for ants on a log

Customer Service No-No – Best Buy Lost A Customer Today

I am writing this post mostly to vent, but I’m also hoping somebody learns something about customer service from it too.

On 9/12/15, I went into our local Best Buy to replace a teeny tiny tv screen I have had in my kitchen for years. My husband got it for me for my birthday and it hangs under my cabinet, just above my counter and folds up so you can’t see it when it’s not in use.  It was seriously one of the best gifts ever.  When I know I am going to be in the kitchen for a while, I love zoning out and putting something mindless on.  I used to use cooking time to call my nana and catch up on life, but since she passed, I find it a bit lonely. With my little tiny tv, my cooking time goes quickly and I catch up on some of my shows.

My husband was swatting at a mosquito a few weeks ago and broke my screen. 😟 It sat there all broken and sad for weeks.  Finally I got frustrated and went into Best Buy to buy a replacement.

I never shop.  I never treat myself to anything.  I am also never without 4 children in tow, so shopping isn’t usually super enjoyable.

On 9/12/15, I was all by myself and enjoyed my time shopping.  I even poked around a few other departments and ended up picking up a popcorn machine.  I have had the need for large quantities of popcorn on my children’s school’s movie night.  I bought this machine for home, but figured I would lend it to the school as well.

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My husband was awesome and set up my new tv right away.

The popcorn machine, however, sat in its box for a while- a few weeks.

Finally, this past week, I asked my husband if he wouldn’t mind opening it and making some popcorn for us.  He never made it.  When I asked why, he told me it was broken.  Right out of the package- broken and would never work.  The handle wasn’t attached which wouldn’t allow it to seal, therefore preventing it from turning on.

Today, 10/4/15, I  (and my 4 kids) went to Best Buy and waited in line with my broken popcorn maker for about 10 minutes.  When it was my turn, I explained to the man waiting on me that I just wanted to exchange the popcorn maker for a different one because the one I had purchased was broken.

He asked me if I had my receipt.  I did not.  🙁

He asked me how I paid. I told him I didn’t remember.

I then reminded him, I didn’t want my money back, just a machine that worked.

He told me I couldn’t do anything without the receipt.

I explained to him that the machine came broken.

He said it didn’t matter, without the receipt I was out of luck.

He told me to swipe my credit cards through the swiper to see if a receipt would pop up and then he could help me.

I did that.  After the 3rd credit card swipe, he found the receipt.

He told me that I waited too long and now I can’t return it.

What?!?!?!?!  I waited too long?!?!?!?!

It hasn’t even been a month.  I don’t know about you, but I don’t pop a whole lot of popcorn the first few weeks of September, trying to get used to 3 schools, 4 kids and full schedule of activities.

I asked him how long I was allowed to make a return.  He said 15 days.

I told him my machine came broken.  I asked him to look in the box and look at it.  It hadn’t ever been used.  BECAUSE IT WAS BROKEN.

He informed me that it was my lucky day and it was still covered under a manufacturers warranty and I could walk across the store and go grab another one and exchange it.

What?!?!?!

So I was told NO because I didn’t have my receipt.  THEN I was told NO because I waited too long to cook popcorn.

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And after all that I was ALLOWED to walk across the football field sized store and pick out another popcorn maker and walk all the way back and exchange it.  Which is all I wanted from the start.

Never once did I hear;

‘I’m sorry”.

“That stinks, that you bought this and it never worked”.

“You know what, you did everything wrong here Jenn, but let me see what I can do for you”.

“Sure, no problem”.

“Let me take care of that for you”.

“Thank you”.

“Thanks for shopping with a store in your community and helping to employ local people instead of  ordering this shit off Amazon which is cheaper and so much more convenient”.

“I’m sorry”.

What I did hear was;

“NO, NO, NO, NO.  You can’t return.  You can’t exchange.  NO.  NO.  NO.  NO”

By the time I got out of the return line with my stupid popcorn popper, not only did I not want it anymore but I decided that I would no longer step foot in a Best Buy again.

My kids wanted to purchase a $10.00 movie and I said absolutely not.  Best Buy is not in my happy bubble and will no longer receive a penny from me.

One tiny gesture of kindness goes such a long way when dealing with customers.  A simple smile, a kind word, anything but big fat no’s.

Thanks for listening to me vent. Feel free to share your recommendations for stores to replace Best Buy for my future shopping needs. 😉

❤️J

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I Will Keep My “Fake” Facebook Life, Thank You Very Much!

I am SO tired of reading the posts and cute little FB memes about everybody’s fake happy life on Facebook and how it’s all a bunch of bullshit.

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I will take that happy bullshit any day over the dark, depressing crap that is on the TV news.

Turn on the news and before you know it, 6 minutes have past and you’ve heard about 12 people murdered, 2 six-alarm fires, and 5 more foods you should never eat.

Newspapers are the same.  We are conditioned to believe that bad news is the only news worth delivering. Quite frankly, I am tired of listening to only the bad stuff.  I don’t want to hear only about how awful this world is because I have come to see that there are WAY more beautiful things happening than bad.

Based on people’s FB’s pics and posts, I would say that most people agree with me.

I wouldn’t say that everyone is faking their lives on social media, they are simply expressing the beauty captured in their lives.

I read a hilarious and totally relatable post on this topic the other day.  This mom’s point of view was that life is messy and ugly and everyone should stop posting pictures of calm serenity when it is really chaotic.  While I agree on one hand-  being a mom is busy and life is messy, for sure, I feel that if we can find a few moments of beauty, why not share?  It doesn’t make you a liar or a fake, it makes you an optimist or a person who can see beauty the through the crap.

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I consider myself a person to be one of those people who sees beauty through the crap.  I have removed the people in my life who only see the bad.  I barely watch the news or read the paper (I do pay attention to the bigger picture things that affect my life directly) but over all, I am pretty happy and positive. Knowing about the six-alarm fire 7 towns over does not help me or my stress level.  This is tragic and real and people are hurt- I get this, but having devastating news shoved down my throat hourly doesn’t help anything. In fact, studies show that exposure to negative news can cause major stress issues, even mimicking PTSD.

Seeing smiling faces and happy memories on social media does bring me happiness.  I love seeing pictures of my high school friends and their families. I love seeing (and getting to know) people that I probably wouldn’t lay eyes on in real life. I love learning about new places and recipes. I also love hearing opinions from people that I know and respect.

So this girl, is going to keep her “fake” Facebook life and love every minute of it.

Please, everyone, keep sharing happy posts and pictures.  I, for one, truly appreciate it. 😊


Jenns Bio Pic 2Jennifer Ormond is a Boston-based entrepreneur, author, radio personality, blogger, mom to 4 amazing kids, and wife.  Lover of business, coffee, writing, children and parenting.  Queen of sarcasm and eternal optimist! 

Connect with Jenn at mommybusiness.net, coffeebreakcafe.net, or jenniferormond.com. On Twitter- @jennormond & @mommybiz7

My 9 year Old is Teaching My 7 Year Old How to Use the Stove!

I am keeping my distance allowing her to take the lead and teach him how to make his grilled cheese sandwich.

I have some mommy guilt that I am not the one teaching him.

I am also bursting with pride that my two youngest are helping each other to be self sufficient.

I kind of want to step in so nobody gets burned, but I don’t want to hover, plus this is a great lesson for us all.

Hot pan!

 

Judging by the way they are speaking to each other, I feel like I did something right along the way.  I chose not to interfere and now they are enjoying each other and their lunch!  ❤️

Deep discussions over lunch :-)

Deep discussions over lunch 🙂

 

This Recipe Is SO Good, I Had To Share!

While scrolling through Facebook the other night, I stumbled upon a healthy recipes website that I really liked, so I took screenshots of the recipes I wanted to mess around with, got inspired and tried a bunch of new things.

This recipe really caught my attention because it was a homemade Nutrigrain bar.  My kids LOVE real Nutrigrain bars, but I don’t buy them because they have GMOs and we avoid GMOs as much as possible.

We have allergies to peanuts, tree-nuts and gluten, so I modified the recipe to work for my family.

OMG- it is so good.  We are all loving it.  Had to share.

 

Not pretty or perfect but delicious and relatively healthy!

Not pretty or perfect but delicious and relatively healthy!

Dough:

2 cups of Gluten Free King Arthur flour

1 cup of coconut oil

1/2 cup of agave

1 egg

1 cup of gluten free oats

1 teaspoon of vanilla

1 teaspoon of salt (you can do a half if you like)

1 teaspoon of baking powder

1 teaspoon of cinnamon (or to taste, I did a bit more)

 

Strawberry Purée:

Quart of strawberries (1 of the dirty dozen, so I chose organic)

Sugar to taste.  I used a tablespoon

Little bit of (non-GMO) corn starch to thicken it up

Thickened strawberry puree

Thickened strawberry puree

Put the liquid dough ingredients together and mix with an electric mixer until it looks like it is almost creamed.  Slowly add in dry ingredients, continue to mix.  When all ingredients are mixed well, move to the fridge to chill.

Agave, vanilla, coconut oil and one egg.

Agave, vanilla, coconut oil and one egg.

While the dough is chilling, put the strawberries in a pot with a little bit of water. Heat it up and stir. Let it cool and put it in a blender or food processor and blend until puréed. Put it back in the pot and add the sugar, heat up and stir. Add cornstarch, the hotter it gets the more the cornstarch will work, so only add small amounts until reaching the desired thickness. Allow to cool before adding to dough.

Clean organic strawberries!

Clean organic strawberries!

When the dough has a nice chill, roll it out.  This is where somebody who has some baking talent can make these bars look pretty-unlike mine 😀

This dough could use some help but it sure tastes yummy!

This dough could use some help, but it sure tastes yummy!

Roll the dough flat. Then, using a pizza cutter cut out rectangles.   Scoop out purée onto one side of the rectangle.  Fold the dough to cover the purée and pinch the edges of the dough together to keep the purée enclosed.

Strawberry puree on the dough before folding

Strawberry puree on the dough before folding

Bake at 350 for approximately 8-12 minutes.

Allow to cool completely before eating.

Icing could be added to the top to make it look and taste more like a pop tart too!  Each one of my kids mentioned that would be cool to do.

Home made gluten free, nut allergy safe nutrigrain bars!

Homemade gluten free, nut allergy safe nutrigrain bars!

Enjoy!

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Jenns Bio Pic 2Jennifer Ormond is a Boston-based entrepreneur, author, radio personality,    blogger, mom to 4 amazing kids, and wife. Lover of business, coffee, writing, children and parenting. Queen of sarcasm and eternal optimist!

Connect with Jenn at mommybusiness.net, coffeebreakcafe.net, or jenniferormond.com. On Twitter- @jennormond & @mommybiz7

 

I’m Gonna Miss This

I will never forget the night my mom called to let me know that my nana was not going to make it through the night.

I was home folding laundry watching the season finale of The Apprentice. My kids were sleeping.  My husband was working.  I had paused The Apprentice while on the phone. When I hung up I un-paused the show and Trace Adkins had just taken the stage.  He began to sing and I was mesmerized. He sang a song about how life can be so crazy but “you’re gonna miss this” -the chorus and the name of the song. Like country music does, it tells little stories of life. I heard my life in it.

It hit me so hard at that exact moment; Trace was right. I already missed my nana and she was still here. She was in a coma-like sleep and had been for a few days, so technically the nana I knew and loved had already left us.

I cried. Then I cried some more.

The next morning my nana was still hanging in there. Not conscious, but still breathing.

I went out and bought Trace’s album and listened to that song over and over. Later that day when she passed away I cried even more.

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I never said a word to my kids about that song but each one of them told me months later how much they loved that song and how it reminded them of Nana Alice.

That was in March of 2008.

I am thinking about that tonight as my children have a group of friends over and they are swimming, music is blaring and they are laughing, shouting and singing. They are LOUD. They are fun, happy and loving life.

I sit back on the deck and watch them swim, not able to hear myself think because it is so loud, but

I wouldn’t change a thing. I am soaking up every sound, every laugh and every smile.

fun summer nights!

These days, these years, they are the best ones of my life.

I know I’m gonna miss this. ❤️