Selena Gasbarro

I found that there are points in my life when I am absolutely sure that I'm crazy. Yes, I've jumped off of bridges, drank so much I can't remember, and all of the other stereotypical "crazy" things. This is a much tamer version of my crazy, it's called tired. What some people may not know is that last year Grant made the decision to be a stay-at-home dad. Yep, he resigned from the company that he worked for for 14 years so that he could walk the little monsters to school and have dinner on the table when I got home.  Here is where I know I'm crazy... G went back to work as soon as school ended and now we are back to the rat race of how are we going to fit everything into the day. There are basketball games/practices, dance rehearsals, time at the gym, food to cook, kids to bathe, house to clean and oh yah, the thing that pays for it all - work.  Some people would find this all very daunting, but the truth is I was lost without all of the hus

Do you ever scroll through Facebook only to stumble upon an old high school friend and think, damn when did they get that old? Yah, I seem to be doing that more and more. When is the last time you looked at your hands and thought, oh shit who's are those? How about this week at work when I was talking to the college intern only to realize that I have gotten to the age that they could biologically be my child I realize how not cool I am. Oh and when you see your friends posting pics from a night out on the town only to realize that night started at 6 and ended by 10 and your first thought was, oh man I would be so tired in the morning. SO WHEN DID IT HAPPEN? When did day drinking become more alluring than all nighters? How about when the sight of the newest teenage heartthrob makes you say, they didn't look like that when I was in school. Or when you want to give the teenage girl walking down the street an over-sized shirt and tell her that somethings should remain

One of my favorite little moments in life are to eavesdrop on the girls. I don't do it because I think they are saying something wrong, it's actually the opposite. I love hearing their little voices talk about their days and hearing their imaginations come to life. I sneak down the hall when I know they are playing together and I hide outside of their door so they can't see me, I don't want to disrupt their play. Recently I have found them speaking their only little language. I've heard of twins doing this, but these girls are three years apart. Are you ever curious about what kids talk about at camp or at school? Adelaide doesn't say much about specific conversations she has at school, I think it is hard for her to concentrate on the conversations. However, Penelope will come home and repeat entire conversations. Sometimes I can't help but laugh especially the time she came home and told us about her Kindergarten lunch buddy who was talking about wiener

How often do you feel like things are spinning out of control? No matter what you do there doesn't seem to be a break. You may mention a time or two - "why me?" Yep, me too. We always know that things could be worse, there are people less fortunate, blah, blah, blah, but in that moment it is all about you. Kind of like tonight when I was all excited about the new recipe I was making until the homemade gnocchi fell apart in the boiling water. The moment I put the bacon in the oven just to realize when I opened the oven door to check on it that dinner the night before had boiled over and enough smoke came out to set the smoke alarms off. After said bacon came out of the oven my hand slipped and all of the grease fell down the front of the island and left a long trail all over the wood floors. Meanwhile my phone is ringing, pinging and the girls are screaming in the shower. Yep, that was 10 minutes of my day, those were my errors for the day. I could have given up, sat o

So we just got back from a great week visiting friends and family up and down the East Coast, which I'll fill you in on later. What was fun about the trip was taking my girls to the places that I spent a lot of time and spending time with people who know me best. There were so many things that stood out about my trip, but considering this blog is used mostly for my rants, I'll start with those. I am very fortunate to have two of my grandparents alive, well and still full of vinegar. Both are close to 90, live a few towns apart and are complete opposites. I have to tell you about a conversation with one of them. We were sitting at dinner one night and my grandmother looked at me and said that she had pity for me. Huh? What? Why? Here I was eating pizza, watching the girls run around and I felt completely dumbfounded in that moment. So I look at her and ask what the heck she is talking about. She said I pity you because of what you have to do with and for A. OK - hold up wo