The Plague

The entire family has been sick for six days. Yes. Six days. 

For six days, my husband nor I have worked. We’ve been cooped up in our house with three sick and sleep deprived kids. 

It’s been real fun, let me tell you. 

Point of the story — PLEASE send me your go to home remedies for children with colds; high fever, cough and sore throat. 

Big dreams with a small budget!

My affection for coffee started when I was probably eight years old. My Grandparents are avid coffee drinks (wine, too) and they are responsible for introducing me to the delicious world of both coffee and wine. Wine at a slightly older age. Slightly. 🙂 I’m only kidding.

It was around driving age, sixteen-ish to be exact, there hasn’t been a morning that began without coffee. Coffee = the starter to mornings. Coffee wakes me up. Coffee makes me happy. Coffee smells good. Coffee warms my soul. Hot. Cold. But I prefer cold lattes. I like whipcream and drizzles, too. 

So here is where the “big dreams” part comes in. I’ve always dreamed of owning my own coffee bar/lounge. But HOW do you compete with the delicious Starbucks monster?! Simple solution. You don’t. You don’t try to beat them. You join them. 

You see, my husband was sweet enough to buy me a Nepresso machine for our home in effort of decreasing my Starbucks run. Fail. Don’t get me wrong, the Nespresso machine is PHENOMENAL for espresso/lattes made at home but let’s get for real. You need syrups. Fine. Go buy the syrups from Starbucks. As you know, my favorite Starbucks drink is a Venti Iced Salted Caramel Mocha. So what’s that matter? Well, honey, it matters most. Starbucks doesn’t sell their “mocha” syrup because it’s made fresh every morning. So what’s a gal to do? Drink two lattes per day. One made at home and one from Starbucks. 

Tying the big goal to the small budget part. Bear with me here. So my husband and I were discussing my dream/goal to one day own a coffee shop this morning when he blurted out “let’s just look into franchising a Starbucks.” Oh. My. Gosh. That was beyond music to my ears. Literally, that is the most brilliant statement, comment, idea, recommendation, whatever that he’s ever had! 

So I’m on my quest now to learn more about franchising a Starbucks while working. Wish me luck. 

Xoxo,

The Momēak

He is the jam!

He (the husband) is the jam to my perfectly buttered toast. 

He is currently on my nice list. He was thoughtful enough to gift me a three month massage membership — and I’m waiting to be called back for massage #1; please note, this is my second favorite gift. 

Clearly he’s realized that it’s important for mommy to feel well (mentally and physically), in order for everyone else to be happy. 

My first favorite gift this year was having all of my family and closest friends in one place sharing drinks, love and tons of laughter. I am so thankful for the amazing people in my life. I’m even more thankful to be a wife to a phenomenal man and a mommy to three magnificent children. 

Ok, my sappy post is done. 

What was your favorite gift this holiday season? 
Xoxo,

The Momēak

Christmas Hangover

Yes — I still have that “Christmas Hangover”. No, not from alcohol, though. You know when you’re prepping for the last month; wrapping presents, planning meals, cleaning house, watching your budget, nine hundred times a day telling your kids “you don’t want me to call Santa, do you?”, etc. THAT is the hangover I’m talking about. 

The Christmas hype has totally drained me. I’m flat exhausted; mentally and physically. 

I’m totally looking forward to a New Year! Cheers to a successful Christmas and the New Year that is almost upon us. 

Xoxo,

The Momēak 

Slacker, who?

I know. I’ve been slacking. 

I’d imagine you’d slack too, if you had three kids OUT OF SCHOOL for the last week. When is break over?!

Just kidding. I’m enjoying my babies. 

Wishing you and yours a very Merry Christmas! 🎄 

Xoxo,

The Momēak 

Who even wears gloves?

Other than when skiing or snowboarding? Maybe the folks that live in Alaska or work out in the snow?

My sweet little family and I are headed North (Philadelphia to be specific) to celebrate my birthday and attend my company’s holiday party. For those that don’t know, we reside in Florida. So in packing for this trip, my husband has mentioned on several occasions that I need gloves. For real? No, thanks. 

While I did purchase a pair of boots and have decided to leave my favorite Reef’s behind, I refuse to wear gloves. No way am I covering up my beautiful, freshly painted pink and whites. Not to mention, it’s a far cry that I’ll actually “layer” on this trip so gloves are out of the question. Along with a beanie or head/ear cover thing. I can hardly wear sunglasses without them tickling my nose, headbands without giving me a headache and hats that make my head sweat. So I say no to gloves and beanies. 

If I don’t post for a while, my fingers have frost bite and you can laugh while thinking to yourself “what a dumb Floridian.” I promise it won’t hurt my feelings. 

Xoxo,

The Momēak