Today my chef/husband and I celebrate 19 years of marriage (or 6,939 days). That is crazy! How is it that we are that old? In some ways if feels like yesterday and in other ways, feels like an eternity. I can’t imagine life without him. (more…)
Today is Father’s Day here in the United States. Many children will be waking up early all excited to spend the day celebrating their Dads. Lots of cards and gifts have been made at school, ugly ties have been purchased and wrapped up and there will be lots of hugs and slobbery kisses.
But just like many other holidays, my chef/husband will be at work. I’m not quite sure how the girls will be today, especially because they will probably not get to see him at all. Hopefully there will not be any tears and we will not have to relive the conversation about Daddy not having a “normal” job. (more…)
It’s finally the last week of school for our two older girls. It’s been weeks of seeing friends from around the country post their end of the school year pictures on Facebook and it’s finally our turn.
While summer vacation is a great thing for most families, for the family of a chef it’s AMAZING!! Why? Because no matter what days my husband takes off (which change weekly, daily or hourly based on what’s going on in the restaurant) we are all home and can do things together. Or we can just hang out. (Although that’s something our younger two haven’t really figured out yet. They still think that if Daddy is home they need to be right on top of him every second of the day. We’ll have to work on that a bit.)
For this past school year, my husband has had very few weekend days off. So while I have had time to spend with him and so has our youngest daughter who was still at home full time, the older two really only had a few hours in the evening after school to spend with him. There have been some tough moments, the hardest was probably when our 9 year old actually asked, “Why can’t Daddy have a normal job?” That’s a hard one to answer. (more…)
Please stop laughing.
Really.
I know you think it’s cute and funny, but every time we head into my chef/husband’s restaurant (well, it’s not actually his, but you know what I mean) we have to have a conversation about not yelling, “Daddy” across the restaurant!
It’s stressful enough just worrying about the behavior of the girls when we go to a fine dining restaurant, but the thought of them calling out to him across a fine dining restaurant . . . oh my . . . that’s a negative comment card or email from someone just waiting to happen. (Well, hopefully not, but you never know.)
Let me set the scene for you in case you’re having trouble picturing it in your head. (more…)
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Before I start getting phone calls and frantic e-mails from family and friends, let me just say that I am fine. No need to check on me. (Although I’m always happy to receive phone calls, emails, text messages and even a surprise vanilla latte, Tastykake Butterscotch Krimpets in the mail or even a Vitamix from people, just to say they are thinking about me.) I’m fine. Really.
However, this question was word for word what came out of my chef/husband’s mouth one day a few years ago and I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately as I’ve been struggling with a few things here at home. (more…)
Chef Wife, Mother of 3 and the Blogger behind EmulsifiedFamily.com.
