There is something about my family and the service we get at restaurants. Practically every time we go to a restaurant – whether it’s one we frequent on a regular basis or a new bistro that we’re excited to try out, for some reason, the wait staff doesn’t feel in a rush to serve us. Is it that they think we’re nice enough and won’t mind waiting a few extra minutes even though we’re famished and waiting with baited breath for the bread basket to arrive? Or what about those days when we’re dying of thirst and eager to order a drink and we watch as our waitress keeps visiting other tables, skims past our table and as we make a valiant attempt to call out to her, she’s disappeared into the kitchen. We’ve been left waiting at the table for so long that we’ve begun to call ourselves, the Invisible Feldmans. We even have a theme song but since we don’t have a podcast component yet, you can use your imagination on the tune. “Invisible Feldmans…we like to wait. Invisible Feldmans…do you think we just ate?” There are more lyrics, but it gets worse as it goes on. We have actually raised a stink from time to time when we’ve waited more than 45 minutes to be served in an empty restaurant but on regular occasions, we’ve pretty much made light of the fact that waiters and waitresses are equal opportunity ignorers when it comes to the Feldmans. So if you happen to be a waitress and you’re reading this post…think of the invisible Feldmans – we might be in your restaurant one day so please don’t ignore us…all we ask is for the bread and water and then you can ignore us until our kids start fighting over the last sourdough roll.

The Guilt Trip

Just returned from a business trip where I was away from my family for three whole days, got the chance to sleep in a king-sized-bed and worked out at the gym at the crack of dawn, because no one was screaming for me to race to their bedside and escort them to the bathroom. I have to admit, as much as I miss my kids while I take my annual trip across the country, I do enjoy the quiet time, the full night’s sleep and the chance to spend five un-interrupted hours reading an entire book without the incessant call of “mommy, mommy, mommy,” droning over and over inside my head. While I’d hate to be on the road and away from my kids on a regular basis, a random trip here and there does the mind and body good. I can now finally say I’ve read a book on Oprah’s list…the Kite Runner. Sure she recommended it over a year ago, but thanks to my mini-trip away from home, I was finally able to cross one must-read off my to-do my list!


I’ve taken my daughter to the doctor to treat an ear infection and my son, who has tagged along, insists that he’s sick too and wants to be examined. “Mommy, I have a stomach ache,” he whines. I tell him, “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you when I get home, I know how to treat tummy aches.” To which he replies, “But Mommy, you’re not a doctor.”