Archive for the ‘mom’ Category

Counting coins

July 21st, 2014
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We're still working on getting Olivia to understand the concept of money. She earns allowance for doing little chores at home, but she has no idea what a penny is versus a quarter, so on and so forth.

I'm sure it'll come eventually, and by way of encouraging her to see the connection between working, saving, and spending, I invited her to bring her coin purse to the mall with me and she could buy something with her money.

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She decided to buy a gold owl necklace at the department store. It was the first thing she saw, and I told her she should look around at a few more stores before just buying the first thing she sees.

I have to give her credit for decisiveness because she still wanted the owl after touring a few other kid-friendly shops. Must be a Diane-gene; I'm very decisive, too.

We returned to the owl, which cost $17.99. She handed over her entire coin purse to me to do the counting. I asked her to pay attention and watch me count.

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Thank goodness there was no line because I'm sure the other shoppers just love to see handfuls of coins tumbling out on the counter to be painstakingly added up.

After we bought it, I asked her if she was proud of herself for saving all that money to buy her necklace. She was; good!

I asked her if she paid attention to how I counted the money so she could do that next time. "No. I'll just let the cashier guy do that for me," she said.  Uh, not quite the answer I wanted to hear. Not even a motivation to try. Hmm.

So. One lesson completed, one more to go. I guess this just means more trips to the mall!

Hurricane Claus

July 9th, 2014
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Claus just went on a trip for nearly three weeks. I was a single mother. In this time I started my job at KHON2.

What's more important, I feel, is to say that in this time I was able to keep the house REALLY CLEAN, work a full time job, and still take care of Olivia.

I can bring home the bacon, fry it up in a pan, and never let this house look like it was cleaned by my man.

I can bring home the bacon, fry it up in a pan, and never let my house look like it was cleaned by my man.

There were actually days when I came home from work and thought, "This house looks really good." That doesn't happen often - believe me. But it did during his trip!

The week he returned, the house fell to pot. He was jet lagged, I was dragging myself around because the accumulated fatigue of the schedule change was kicking my behind, and nobody was asking Olivia to pick up after herself and/or picking up after her.

The first day off I had, I spent two hours cleaning! I think this definitely settles this battle of the sexes, because for over a decade he's been insisting that I'm the messy one.

Men! We will have to revisit this accusation!

KHON!

July 7th, 2014
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I started a new job on June 30 as morning anchor on WakeUp2Day from 5 - 8 a.m. weekdays on KHON2 News. It's extremely fulfilling but I've been subsumed with the transition!

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I get up at 2 am to get ready and drive to work. For this, I go to sleep at 7:30 p.m. I've done morning anchorships before and I know it takes me at least three weeks to acclimate to the extreme schedule change. I'm ready and willing. I'm happy.

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The show is three hours long, the longest I've ever done. It is fun and fast paced, so it goes quickly. My first week was a lot of fun. I'm lucky to have clicked with the crew; everyone has been very helpful and welcoming.

With show guests.

With show guests.

I also love working in the middle of town, across the mall and near Ward Centers! Not that I didn't love my old station, but we weren't located in as fun a part of town!

My family and friends are happy for me but my daughter is still a little huffy! I used to drop her off and pick her up from school, so now that my husband has to do the morning delivery, she's kind of resentful.

I honestly don't fully understand (though it's flattering to be missed) because our mornings  - like everyone else's - are one big rush to drag a sleepyhead out of bed and push her through her routine before we rush off to wherever she needs to be. I feel like it isn't quality time, but she misses that hour.

I chose to work mornings because I get off in the early afternoon, so I can have a few hours - possibly leisurely ones - with her in the afternoon. Oh well. She'll adjust.

So back in the game: I love being a part of the media again. I have missed the culture, the pace, the energy, the craft, the people. There is nothing like it, and I'm grateful to be living my passion.

Di & Ron

Di & Ron

Lea

June 25th, 2014
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One of my best friends is a woman named Lea, who I've known since we were in the seventh grade together at Kamehameha. At one point she also worked with me at KHNL.

Lately, due to reasons probably related to us being at-home moms, we have developed a relationship that has us communicating a couple hours a day. Obviously, she has a special ring tone on my phone.

When Claus hears Lea's text alert or Lea's ring tone, he mockingly rolls his eyes and says, "Lea again?" He is so mellow that nearly nothing fazes him, so it's in jest - but I know he finds it oddly amusing that our first texts start at 6:30 am and the last text often ends late at night. "You talk to her all the time," he half-complained.

One day, I decided to try an ayurvedic detoxification that my yoga teacher was talking about. I love food. I love to eat. I do not have food issues, unless the issue is not having enough to eat.

I'm not sure what I was thinking, but for the first one to three days this cleanse suggests to consume only vegetable soup or juice. I was optimistic that I could do it. I'm not sure why I was so deluded, in hindsight.

It made me SO grumpy to be starving. I mean, all the vegetable soup you can drink does not a full stomach make. After having the caloric equivalent of three legumes all day I was terrible to be around. He was getting annoyed with me.

The following day, the grumpiness grew, and I could no longer stand it. I smelled the dinner Claus was cooking and I completely had a detox fail. I ate a hot dog, spaghetti meat sauce, and since I was on a roll already, I said to heck with it and had a bowl of ice cream.

Then, I felt guilty and started beating myself up for not being able to follow the detox guidelines. This poor guy had been subjected to so much of my crazy this week.

"You see?" I pointed out. "This is what Lea and I talk about. She hears my complaints so that you don't have to."

"Yeah. You should talk to her more," encouraged Claus, as he sidled away from me, probably for the next week until I was back to eating normally again!

Girlfriends. Good ones are like gold.

Car beans

June 23rd, 2014
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Welcome to another episode of The Housewife Files.

I think I have more work to do now than when I had an office job. Notice how I did not say just "job"? Raising a child and tending the domestics is a J-O-B!

I went to the grocery store to buy supplies. Dinner + pantry items + snacks for Olivia's day + random sundry items people need to stock up on. I returned to the car with many, many bags of groceries.

In the spirit of my housewife agreement to spend all my husband's money now, I also ended up buying more things than I had on the shopping list. You know how that goes.

One three-digit-receipt later and I was back home carrying all the bags in the house. Apparently, a bag of edamame beans fell out and under Olivia's seat. I didn't see it because my car has a fair amount of other things in it (her toys, her shoes, her extra clothes, spare pool towels, my yoga mat and towel, my gym bag... blah blah)

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A short while later, the family was headed out in my car. Olivia got into her car seat and asked, "Mommy, what should I do with the car beans?"

"Car beans? What are you talking about?" I asked, rushing around as I so often am.

"These green things. In the car. Car beans," she answered. "Should I bring it in the house?"

Thanks for specifics. I finally walked over to see what she was talking about.

Her little finger was pointing to a bag on the car mat, slightly hidden under the car seat. "OH! Car beans! The edamame beans! I wondered where they went!" I exclaimed, grabbing them and putting them in the freezer.

This is so not the first time this has happened to me. I have more spaced out moments as a mother than I have ever had in my pre-child life. Sometimes I think I might lose my head if it wasn't attached!