Speaking of what sells….

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CSS_Company_LogoBig news over here! Chicken Soup for the Soul bought one of my stories! We are going to be published! Can you believe it? This is a dream come true… quite literally one of my life goals so I am beyond excited. I have been reading Chicken Soup books for as long as I can remember, some of those stories have impacted my life so much that I still reference them to this day.

I am so very honored to have had a story chosen, from thousands of other submissions (they said so!) and it’s all because of you readers out there, I couldn’t have done it without your support and encouragement— thank YOU. You keep me blogging when I can’t even keep my eyes open.

Now, I’m not going to tell you which story it was that they picked (my last post should tip you off enough…) but the book will be available to purchase nationwide on March 18th! If you like reading here, or if your just my friend, or an internet stalker… then go out and buy it and tell all your friends, too! You can pre-order on Amazon now by clicking here.

  • also! I have a “page” for the blog on Facebook now! (no. I am not on it, it’s just a page for updates synced with my Twitter. ) So like us on Facebook for more updates and please share us with your friends! Click here to like us!

Oh ! Did  I tell you the title? It’s the “Multi-Tasking Mom’s Survival Guide” Fitting, huh? Actually, I haven’t the least idea how to survive beyond ear plugs and coffee so I can’t wait to get my hands on that baby myself!

Gosh. I just want to ask you to join in a virtual happy dance with me right now because I am giddy beyond measure! <<<(no amount of exclamation points could possibly convey)   Like a complete nerd, I just keep salivating at the fact that on March 18th I can bust down the doors of my local Barnes & Noble  find my name in print there! Eeep!

I would be remiss if I didn’t credit my ever-chattering Italian family, especially my parents, who are so well versed in the art of storytelling, that they made aspirations of writing an attainable desire. Thank you! And  of course to my patient, super encouraging husband and oh, those three kiddos. Thank you, you mashuganas!  I can honestly say, without any hesitation, that I have never been more grateful for flatulent children that I am today.

(((((big smiles from Wisconsin))))

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Sleep for sale

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I should sell my eyeballs on E-bay. All this lack of sleep is making them roll so far in the back of my head, they’re beginning to become useless to me. At least that’s the way it feels.

“What’s wrong with you?” asks my Mom

“Uggggg I’ve been up since 4:30am” says me, zombie Mom.

“What?! Why?” (aka are you special?)

“Because my kids hate me. And now I’m blogging about it.”

Head falls forward and smacks keyboard submitting this enticing new post. Cue sobbing.

Well, I know I shouldn’t expect to get perfect sleep with a 5 month old and a 1 1/2 year old. But they both have been on these awesome 12 hour streaks for a couple months now. So why should I expect any thing less than the best? Or at least if it was less, not shrinking down to a sick teaser trailer for slumber. It goes something like : after nursing every 2 hours through the night, we find ourselves putting Mr. Chubs back to bed peacefully at 4:30 am. At 5 am,  eyes just start to relax, and you find the perfect spot in your pillow, at 5:01 am Pretty Princess stands up in her crib and starts screaming for a book. Faster than Michael Moore eating a ho-ho, I spring out of bed, and within one mighty swoop administer teething meds, provide binky and sing “Twinkle Twinkle” and plop PP back in crib. It’s 5:19 now.

By 5:30 Mr. Chubs has been irked out of sleep and is up again thanks to his thoughtful sister. PP and Mr. Chubs continue this cyclically half-hour pyscho-drive-mommy-insane streak until we arrive at 7:45 am, for whence Zombie Mom can no longer take it and picks up PP out of crib to hear her shouting

“YAY! MOMMY! BOOK!”. (toddler code for: I win)

And here I sit, straining my eyes to type out this profound event. With Pretty Princess climbing on my back asking for a bagel, a pile of children’s books sitting stacked in my lap and another window open on my browser showing me flight deals for a weekend escape to Bora Bora. First, looks like I’ll have to make some good money on selling my sleep before I can afford those tickets.