Posts Tagged ‘motherhood’

THE WOODWARD/MORFOOT CONUNDRUM ~ Hanging With My Homies

Monday, May 7th, 2012

Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another, ‘What! You too? I thought I was the only one.’ — C.S. Lewis

Last Saturday, I left Harry at home with his Dad and flew to Chicago for some best friend R&R. My friend (nickname: The Little Lady) is getting married, and so myself and another BFF (nickname: Hot Mama) threw her a bachelorette party. Sadly for The Little Lady, it was less of a bachelorette party and more of a “Moms’ Night Out” (Hot Mama has two children under the age of three). I was ready to throw in the towel at 10:30, but at the end of our Mexican dinner, I got a second wind and knocked back Skinny Girl Margaritas until 1AM. At the end of the night, I was dizzy, but also proud of myself for staying up so late.

It was a far cry from how The Little Lady, Hot Mama, and I used to celebrate in college. Back then, things got started around 11PM and didn’t end until well into Sunday morning. Although things have slowed down considerably in the last decade, when I get together with these women, despite how long its been, it feels like no time has passed. We are right back in our dilapidated college apartment listening to each other laugh, cry, complain, celebrate,  and gossip. The conversations have shifted—from boys we wanted to kiss and exams we had to take to wedding plans and potty training—but it doesn’t matter. Wherever I am in life, The Little Lady and Hot Mama always give me a fresh perspective. Hot Mama reminds me that I can’t take everything so seriously while The Little Lady makes sure I understand what’s at the core of my every concern. Their company last weekend made me realize that I need to make my girlfriends, even if they live thousands of miles away, a bigger priority in my life. Not that they weren’t a priority before, but in the last few years they’ve been buried beneath marriage, babies, school, and work. While all of that is important, it is also important to get away from it all and laugh at nothing with people who know you inside and out (and still, for some reason, love you).

Although nursing our Sunday hangovers wasn’t as easy as it was in college, it still felt like old times. We searched for the greasiest food we could find, lounged on the couch, flipped through the pages of Us Weekly, and bitched about The Real Housewives of New Jersey—something my husband refuses to do.

Saying goodbye on Monday morning was bittersweet. While I couldn’t wait to get back to my new apartment and give Ross and Harry big hugs and kisses, I also didn’t want the weekend to end. I didn’t want to say goodbye to The Little Lady and her sassy quips or Hot Mama’s words of wisdom. I felt a strong urge to kidnap them, stuff them into my suitcase and take them with me back to New York. Life would feel so well-rounded with them by my side at all times, but life isn’t fair and I only get to see the ladies on special occasions. Lucky for me, one of those occasions is coming up soon, and I don’t have to wait long to enjoy more time with these incredible woman.

Addie Morfoot is a freelance journalist at Daily Variety and is finishing her MFA in creative writing at The New School. Last year, her world turned upside down when she gave birth to her son Harry. Every other Monday, she writes about juggling work, school, marriage, and motherhood in the Big Apple.

THE MORFOOT/WOODWARD CONUNDRUM ~ Harder Than Any Job

Monday, April 23rd, 2012

Motherhood is not a job.

—Elizabeth Gardner

My good friend sent me a link to a brilliant Op-Ed by Elizabeth Gardner about motherhood that was published in the Chicago Tribune on April 18th. My friend has two children—two very small children. Somehow, she manages to raise both babies and work part-time as a lawyer. As you may have gathered from this column, I have a hard time working and raising one child. The very notion of having another child in the near future sends chills down my spine. This is because, as Gardner so eloquently states, “being a stay-at-home mother is not a job.” No, it’s much, much harder than any job out there.

“Once you take it up,” Gardner writes, “it’s 24/7 at some level for the rest of your life, or until you manage (if you’re lucky) to launch your offspring on their own self-sustaining lives. But even then, the worry is always lurking just under the surface. Jobs let you go home at the end of the day, or at least take the occasional vacation.”

I couldn’t have said it better myself.

My husband Ross and I are dying to go on a vacation. I want to go to—of all places—Florida. I just want to get the hell out of New England and sit on a nice beach. I don’t care if it’s like a sauna down there, but Ross is not into the idea. Let’s just say he has post-traumatic humidity stress. The main reason I want to go to Florida is because I know that the hotels there have childcare options. This is a necessity if you want to “enjoy yourself” while on vacation with a 15-month-old.

I’m not saying that motherhood is like slavery. Far from it. After all, as a mother, you are privy to extraordinary moments each and every day. Moments that you cherish. For instance, Harry recently started giving me hugs, which reduces me to tears. Those same days, however, also come with moments of complete despair and utter paranoia. Harry kicks me now when I change his diaper, which makes me worry he might have anger problems. That said, unlike work, you never feel a desire to quit. Yes, a glass of wine (or two or three) after a particularly difficult day might be in order, but it’s worth it.

Addie Morfoot is a freelance journalist at Daily Variety and is finishing her MFA in creative writing at The New School. Last year, her world turned upside down when she gave birth to her son Harry. Every other Monday, she writes about juggling work, school, marriage, and motherhood in the Big Apple.

THE WOODWARD/MORFOOT CONUNDRUM ~ New Lease on Life

Monday, April 9th, 2012

You have brains in your head.

You have feet in your shoes.

You can steer yourself

Any direction you choose.

Oh, the Places You’ll Go!

~ Dr. Seuss

After a two-week hiatus, I’m back!

It was a much-needed break. My husband Ross and I were on a seriously exhausting apartment hunt. Finding an apartment in New York means being online all day, every day. The good ones go fast. It’s comparable to taking on an extra full-time job for two to four weeks. After looking at twenty or so apartments all over Brooklyn, Ross and I still didn’t see anything we liked. Well, actually, that’s not true. I saw one thing I liked in Park Slope South. It was in a brand-new building and had sparkling new appliances. (New anything is a major plus in my book. After living in an apartment that was renovated in the seventies, I’m ready for a dishwasher that cleans dishes and a refrigerator that keeps things cold.) Minutes before we were set to sign the lease though, Ross backed out. He said it didn’t “feel right.” This led to a tense trip to the playground. We watched Harry push a fake lawn mower around the jungle gym in silence. Afterwards, we hashed things out over some beers and then returned to our search. We decided that since I was on deadline for two publications, had a class to prepare for, and—oh yeah—had a thesis to complete by May 1st, Ross would do the searching (or, as we like to call it, the hunting and gathering). That lasted a day. Not knowing where I would be sleeping in a month kept me up at night. Instead of checking my email, I checked real estate websites for new listings. This addiction lasted for ten days and then came to an abrupt end last Wednesday. At 7:05 PM, I saw a new listing on streeteasy.com. I emailed the broker while Ross dialed his number. At 10:30 Thursday morning, we saw the place. At 3:30 pm that same day, we signed the lease. Our search was officially over. We’re scheduled to move to our new home in Fort Greene, Brooklyn on May 1st. Hallelujah! If I had a Valium last Thursday, I would have popped it. Instead, I had a glass of champagne after we signed the necessary paperwork and handed over a chunk of change that was painful to part with. I know nothing about Fort Greene except that it looks nice. The apartment itself is roomy. However, the appliances are not so new, and the place needs a little work. Two years ago that wouldn’t have bothered me, but after living in an apartment that also needed ”a little” work (which turned out to mean A LOT), I’m skeptical about old brownstones. That said, I live in Brooklyn. Brownstones are the norm here. Ross and I have lived in two so far. Here’s hoping that the third time’s a charm!

Addie Morfoot is a freelance journalist at Daily Variety and is finishing her MFA in creative writing at The New School. Last year, her world turned upside down when she gave birth to her son Harry. Each Monday, she writes about juggling work, school, marriage, and motherhood in the Big Apple.