|Tales from the Mommy Track is a weekly column about the daily life of a part-time working mom. Risa Green is a critically acclaimed author who lives in Los Angeles. Her previous adult novels, Notes from the Underbelly and Tales from the Crib were made into a television series. Her latest novel, The Secret Society of the Pink Crystal Ball, is a Young Adult book that will be released in September, 2010.|
Last night, I went to hear a fabulous speaker at my kids’ elementary school. She was there to talk about generational differences (FYI, our kids are called Gen V, for Viral), and also to discuss the trends that take place within each generation.
Halloween has always been my favorite holiday. A holiday that’s fun and filled with anticipation, observed by people of all religions, it’s always felt, to me, like the great equalizer.
Because my family doesn’t celebrate Christmas, Halloween is the time when we get to decorate our house and string it up with orange lights. Because we don’t celebrate Easter, Halloween is the time when we get to eat baskets full of candy.
When my daughter was born ten years ago, we hired a live-in nanny. It was a perfect arrangement at the time; I needed help with the baby and the housework, and having someone there all the time gave me the freedom to work from home, or run out to the market while my daughter napped, or have a date night with my husband.
Eight years ago, when my son was born, I made the decision to quit my job as a college counselor in order to dedicate myself to writing full time.
I love being a writer, but one of the hardest things about my job is that I do it alone, in my house, all day long. If it were not for my children and their after-school activities, I am quite sure that weeks would go by in which I wouldn’t actually speak to another living soul. Well, except for the telemarketer from our home alarm company who calls me every single day, despite the fact that in three months, I have yet to develop an interest in upgrading my alarm system.
A few nights ago, I had an OMG moment with my daughter. Not OMG like, OMG, she did something horrible. This was more of an "OMG, is that what she really thinks?" kind of a thing.
My husband and I have been talking forever about building a house from scratch. We bought the house we’re in now twelve years ago, before we had children. It’s a great house, and it’s served us well, but we’ve outgrown it.
So now that summer is really, completely over and we’ve fallen back into the school routine, my greatest daily headache has returned to me once again: what to make for dinner.
I complain about this all the time, I know, but that’s because, with my picky daughter, it never gets any easier, despite the many assurances I’ve received that she will “grow out of it.”
Well, summer’s over and school has started. I’m back to waking up early, driving carpools, making lunches, helping with homework, and my all-time favorite, worrying about my kids’ social lives.