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 

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12 is the new 22

Yeah, that’s right. Football & Espresso.

Meet Henry. He’s twelve and a half years old going on twenty-two. He plays travel baseball, shares my love of Starbucks Iced Salted Caramel Mocha Lattes, watches my kids, entertains my preposterous ideas and conversations, ensures men aren’t checking out my Mother and I while out in public and eats like he hasn’t been feed in days. Every. Single. Meal!

In fact, Henry likes to know what is for dinner before we’ve eaten breakfast. For real? I’m not even done cooking cheesy scrambled eggs and bacon and the kid is inquiring about dinner. Did you forget about lunch, buddy? Or is it just not that important to you? It’s ok, I don’t get too excited over turkey sandwiches, either.

Since when did 12 year old boys begin acting older than grown men? H likes to remind me to drive carefully and eat before enjoying a glass (ok, or three) of wine. He encourages my Mom to workout and have an awesome productive day. His humor is on our (mine and Yaya’s – side note: you’ll meet Yaya soon) level. The kid is just all around amazing. After all, he is my brother. They say give credit where credit is due. Done. I’ll take it!

I thought you should meet him, as he’ll be hanging around here quite a bit.

Xoxo,

The Momēak

Wednesday wisdom?

 

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Obviously Steve Jobs did well. He’s the man!

I so love this. I love this for many reasons.

While I wouldn’t exactly label myself as a crazy one (on the norm, anyway), misfit, rebel or trouble maker, I somehow find this quote relatable. It speaks to me. What does it say? It says a lot. It says stop judging those that are doing life their way. Stop critiquing and criticizing those living life outside of the lines and doing things a little differently. Those that don’t parent the same way you do, those that don’t workout the same way you do, those that don’t eat the same things you do, those that don’t like coffee (ok fine, go ahead and critique those people…that’s just weird) or those that have master plans to make the world a better place. While the quote screams STOP this or that to me, it also encourages so much. It encourages inner strength, determination, persistence and perseverance…in whatever your focus may be.

There…now that your Wednesday morning pep talk is out of the way, what good do you hope to accomplish today? Do you have any feel goods from the above quote?

Cheers to a happy hump day (do people even say “hump day” anymore? That’s always been really weird to me, too — but nonetheless, I hope your day is very happy and humpy)!

Xoxo,

The Momēak

Yeah, this.

(Phone rings)

ME: Good Afternoon, this is Amber.

CHIRPY VOICE: Hi! This is Bianca with Green Study Survey Company!

ME: (Thinking… Bianca sounds like a recording.)

BIANCA: How are you today?

ME: I’ve been better; I’m currently locked in a meat freezer.

BIANCA: Great! You’re eligible to win a Caribbean vacation!

ME: They’re coming for you next, Bianca.

BIANCA: I’m glad to hear it! Let’s get started!

And I went back to my work and coffee. Now people in Starbucks are giving me the side eye. Thanks, Bianca!

Xoxo,

The Momēak

What the!

What in the world is a Momēak, you ask? Well, let me explain.

It’s one of those fun words to say over and over and over again. Kind of like “mommy”. I don’t hear that nearly enough so I felt compelled to involve “mommy” into my blog name. I’m getting off track, back to business.

A Momēak is a somewhat sane and dedicated taxi driver, nurse, chef, personal shopper, referee, laundry maker, maid, schedule coordinator, outfit matchmaker, homework helping therapist that is not showered, tired, selfless and so full of love! *Disclaimer: all Momēak’s are unique in their own way (this particular one – me – likes to indulge in wine and sweets), but no one better or less than the other.

What kind of Momēak are you or hope to be one day?

Xoxo,

The Momēak