by Balaboosta on August 30, 2011
My kids are at Balaboosta almost once a week, usually on the day that Stefan and I are both working together. So last Tuesday their nanny, Ahoova, brought them to the restaurant. They joined me at the big round table during the staff family meal and I fed Liam and Mika. We hung out together for a while and when it was finally time for me to kiss them goodbye, Liam started whining and asking me to come back home. Then, like a bolt of lightning, he struck me with “I don’t want you to cook anymore!” My heart broke into a million pieces.
I took Liam aside and sat him down on one of the benches in front of the restaurant. “Let’s play the Pretend Game,” and I had him close his eyes very tightly. I painted a very different picture of our lives for him. A life where I am no longer cooking.
I started without his brand new bike, and then only some of his favorite superhero toys all crammed into a much tinier bedroom. Then I changed his diet from sashimi to fish sticks (not that there’s anything even wrong with fish sticks but Liam has the palate of a Top Chef). I told him he would be going to a new school, different from all of his friends. And then I told him, like a bolt of lightning, “Mommy would be a raging bitch because she wouldn’t be doing what she loved.” Okay, maybe I changed a few words around but I think I made my point clear. Though I think I already had him at “You wouldn’t have your brand new bike.”
This is never a walk in the park. It’s always a juggling act between career and family. Stef and I work our asses off to provide our kids with a comfortable life. So every now and then, I think we both deserve a little Sex on the Beach…
|2||oz pomegranate juice (the original recipe calls for cranberry juice but this is my sexier version)|
|2||oz orange juice|
|1 1/2||oz vodka|
|1/2||oz peach schnapps|
- Combine all ingredients and pour over ice.