Don’t Blink


When you’re in high school, can’t wait to get out of the house and away from your parents’ rules.

When you’re in college, you want to graduate, make money, move to a cool new city, and be out in the real world.

When you’re newly employed and in your early twenties, you can’t wait for the promotion, get married, and start the rest of your life.

When you’re engaged, you’re planning a wedding. You get caught up in the minutiae of choosing your bridesmaids, the flowers, the band, THE DRESS, and the guest list. And then you blink and the day is over.

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    Don’t Sweat Your Pet with Febreze and Swiffer


    May is National Pet Month!

    I’m an animal lover. I love dogs, cats, rabbits, horses,
    even cows. Give me all ‘dem animals (except reptiles… those can go somewhere else!)

    Before we had kids, we had two black labs. You can read about them here.

    I loved those dogs. When I was at work, I would literally sit at my desk and wonder if they were thinking about me at home. I even once asked my veterinarian if he thought dogs could feel love. He looked at me like I was weird and then said “yes, of course!” (After that, the vet also stopped calling me to report about the dogs and instead, called my husband, but that’s a sensitive subject for another time.)

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      Safely Say Goodbye to Bugs with Zevo


      In Florida, the only thing worse than hurricane season is bug season.

      They’re everywhere: on my clothes, stuck to the side of my house, and all over my windshield. Their presence is a nuisance and they completely deter me from wanting to go outside.

      When any bugs invade, most of us are faced with choosing between two evils:

      1. Using traditional insecticides, knowing they’ll kill the bugs, but also worrying about the toxic chemicals being used inside the house (think: Roundup); or 
      2. Using sprays advertised as safe and natural that make us feel better about using them, but they perform poorly and don’t actually kill the bugs. 

      With Zevo, you don’t have to choose. 

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        How to Avoid the Flu with Indian River Select Juices


        How to prevent the flu | The Champagne Supernova

        Things that are worse than getting the flu:

        1.       Getting hit by a bus

        2.       Gargling saltwater with a sore throat

        3.       Wearing a helmet that’s 3 sizes too small

        Oh wait, nevermind, because having the flu feels like ALL of those things.

        The flu is terrible.

        And who here among us has TIME to get the flu anyway?

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          Internet Dating for Parents and Caregivers Part 2: Blind Dates


          This is part 2 of a 4-part series about finding a nanny. Part 1 is here. It was authored by my friend and one of the baddest mamma jamma lawyer moms around, Shylie Bannon.

          Once you’ve posted the personal ad for a nanny and the applicants start rolling in, you get to start evaluating potential candidates!

          It’s just like Tinder—should I swipe right or left?

          You should pay attention to the detail contained in the response. Did the candidate personalize her response, or did it seem like she copied and pasted the same message she sent to 20 other jobs? Did she proofread her response before sending it? And although it sounds shallow—how does this person look in her profile picture? Do you want someone who thinks that posting a sultry “duck lips” photo on their caregiving profile to be responsible for your child?

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            Spring Cleaning with Febreze


            How I spring clean with Febreze | The Champagne Supernova

            Things
            I like to put off more than cleaning:

            1.       Literally everything on this planet.

            When my girls were little, I hired a mother’s helper to help me get stuff done around the house. You can read the post here. Now that they’re older and we are more interested in saving money, we’ve scaled back on the Mother’s Helper and the cleaning is now left to me.

            My
            strategy: one big clean every quarter, followed by smaller follow-up cleans
            each week.

            What does this mean?

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              I am not a Pinterest Mom


              I am not a Pinterest mom | The Champagne Supernova

              Last week, I was at the courthouse when opposing counsel told me his wife was busy hauling their eight year-old daughter, who is a couple years older than my daughters, to after school activities.

              Let me see if I remember this correctly. His daughter partook in ten activities. You didn’t read it wrong. Ten.

              Chess, soccer, French lessons, dance, competitive gymnastics, swim, violin, Girl Scouts, mini yoga, and sewing. My colleague said his daughter didn’t get home until after 9 p.m. each night and that she still had to do her homework and shower before bed.

              Hearing this child’s schedule was exhausting.

              Then it started creeping in: MOM GUILT.

              As background, I have a personal policy in my home that each of my kids is allowed two extracurricular activities at a given time. Two activities gives my kids freedom to decide what to do without them burning out. It also allows me to maintain sanity, as I work part time as a lawyer and have a crazy schedule. I know my personal limits, and any more activities will trigger irritation that results in impatience, yelling, and nothing good.

              Notwithstanding this personal rule of two activities, I began comparing myself to my colleague’s wife and felt like a crappy mother. I questioned whether my two-activity policy was selfish. I asked myself whether I was depriving my kids of amazing opportunities because I didn’t want to chauffeur them anymore than I already did.

              “What if the girls have more talent than Frederic Chopin and I’ll never know about it because they don’t take piano lessons? Should I go online and order a Baby Grand?”

              I stressed about it for a couple days.

              Then I had the epiphany.

              I have to do what is best for me and my family and own it.

              I can lie to myself all day and pretend to be the type of mom that I want to be instead of the mom I actually am. You know what would happen? It would never fly.

              Here’s the reality.

              I’m not a Pinterest mom. I love OTHER Pinterest moms, but party planning is not my gift. I’m content with throwing a party at a park with a pizza, bounce house, and decorations that don’t match. I just want my kids to have fun.

              I’m not a PTA mom. I love OTHER PTA moms, but committee stuff is not my gift. Yes, I can do it and get it done, but it’s not my calling. I love attending events and don’t have to be on the planning committee. I’d rather let other moms have the proverbial floor. I’m content being an Indian and not the Chief.

              I’m not a Sally Homemaker mom. I love OTHER Sally Homemaker moms, but keeping house is not my gift. I marvel over the way some moms make cleaning, homemaking, and raising children look effortless. I aspire to be that way and ask them for advice, but that’s just not how God wired me.

              I’m not the patient Math Tutor mom. I love OTHER Math Tutor moms, but if I want my kids to love me, I have to let someone else help them with their homework. Otherwise, it ends with tears, frustration, and eye rolls. Because fractions and long division.

              I am not the mom who is going to put her kids in ten activities. I love and respect those moms. I’m not shaming them. Some kids enjoy being super active. Some kids need to burn off energy. Some moms like driving their kids everywhere and don’t mind getting home late.

              But those are not my kids and that is not me. I’m not going to let Mom Guilt blind me to what my kids and I really need, which is time to rest before bedtime.

              Just because being a Pinterest mom, PTA mom, Sally Homemaker mom, Math Tutor mom, or Activity mom aren’t my gifts doesn’t mean I don’t have them. There are plenty of other things to bring to the table and I’ll own what I know I am: a chauffeur, therapist, cook, knock-knock joke teller, laundry lady, hairdresser, stylist, snack-maker, sideline-cheerer, bedtime storyteller, board game-player, movie watcher, and teacher.

              I’m okay with all those things. I don’t need to be a Pinterest mom. I just care about doing my best.

              Cheers.

                We are Each Other’s Keepers


                A couple months ago, I deposed a plaintiff who had a traumatic brain injury from a catastrophic car accident. If the case wasn’t ongoing, I’d share the property damage photographs, but this man is lucky to be alive.

                This man is highly educated and worked as an architect at a large, worldwide firm. He claims his cognitive dysfunction has left him unable to hold down gainful employment.

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                  Combat the Flu with Indian River Select


                  I had a near-death experience last year when I got the flu. It caught up with me at the worst possible time and place: on a girls’ trip with friends in New Orleans. Instead of enjoying everything the Big Easy had to offer like jambalaya, crawfish, and beignets, I was holed up in my hotel room feeling miserable. The pounding from the fever happening in my head felt like the thumping of a Second Line Parade. I returned to Tampa, missed several days from work, and lost ten pounds because I couldn’t keep food down. Luckily, I managed to not infect my children and husband, who were quarantined. (And let’s be honest, there is no sickness worse than a “man cold.”)

                  Photograph of me (far right) and friends in New Orleans before the flu kicked in.

                  This year, I’m doing everything possible to prevent me and my family from having another horrific run-on with the flu. 

                  Where are we starting? With Indian River Select’s juice.

                  As background, I’ve been a long-time purchaser of this juice. Born and raised in Florida, I’ve been drinking juice my entire life and know that not all orange juices are created equally. Some are too sweet- packed with preservatives, artificial flavors, and added sugars. Indian River Select’s juices taste different because they taste BETTER and FRESHER. After just one sip, you can tell they are different from the rest. After all, their juices contain ONE ingredient: orange or grapefruit.

                  I have always been an advocate of supporting small, local businesses. Indian River Select is a company I can totally get behind, as it is one of the few premium juice companies that is 100% Floridian. This means EVERYTHING is done locally in Florida: from the growing to the picking to the packaging.  

                  Now, back to the flu. An 8-ounce glass of Indian River Select’s orange juice is an excellent source of Vitamin C, potassium, folate, and thiamin- all nutrients that may help support, boost, and maintain a healthy immune system. 

                  Other ways to combat the flu include moseying to the nearest pharmacy for a flu shot, staying hydrated, washing your hands properly, and supporting your immune system.

                  Finding Indian River Select juices is easy. They’re available at many accessible and national retail chains like Walmart, Winn-Dixie, Target, Publix, Whole Foods, and The Fresh Market.

                  Visit Indian River Select online to learn more – you can also download a discount coupon here.

                  Cheers to steering clear of the flu this flu season.

                  This post is sponsored by Indian River Select. All opinions are my own.

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