My kids are getting excited for trick-or-treating this Halloween. My son is going as a football player. One New England Patriots NFL jersey, Gronk mask, jeans and sneakers = One happy 11-year-old. Check. Done and done. Then there is my little girl. It seems like just yesterday when she wanted to be a princess for Halloween. I’d hand her a tiara and pink tu tu from the back of the closet and she’d run up and give me a hug. She went as an alien last year with spooky eyes that lit up. (It freaked me out, but I got used to it by the time we put it in the attic where I swear it still glows.) This year, she decided that she wanted to be a scary ghost. Scary being the operative word, given that she did not like my I’m-so-turning-into-my-mother idea of taking a white sheet and poking two holes in it. I actually have faded sheets that deserve to be destroyed, so this would have killed two birds with one stone, thank you very much. But no. That would have been too easy. My independent daughter asked us if she could please buy a ghost costume, and because we could tell she knew what she wanted, off to the party store we went.

“This mask hurts,” was all we could hear in the first aisle. Same for the second and third. We had a little “talk” with her in aisle four, hoping to bring her expectations down a few levels. Surely she would find something ghostly that would satisfy her Halloween costume expectations in the next 10 minutes. Three stores and 13 aisles later, she found a mask that was both spooky and comfortable. Yes, my daughter is wearing the mask from the movie Scream with a black robe. It scares the living daylights out of me every time I see it. Before leaving for our neighborhood Halloween parade a few days ago, she “surprised” me by our front door. Let’s just say I let out a scream that sounded a little too much like Mr. Flanders from the Simpsons.

What are you doing with your leftover Halloween candy? Try this recipe on for size! And don’t forget to send in your post-holiday dessert recipe here. It could be in my next book!

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Halloween Ogre Toe Cookies
(Inspired by a recipe from Kraft and 1001 Recipes to Send!)

2/3 cup granulated sugar
1 pkg. (3 oz.) lime flavored gelatin
1 cup butter, softened
2 cups of flour
20 red gummy candies
Pre-heat oven to 350°F.

Beat butter and sugar until creamy. Add flour and dry gelatin mix. Roll dough into 20 toe-shaped pieces; place, 2 inches apart, on baking sheet. Flatten one end of each “toe”. Use knife to make crosswise slits in each toe for the knuckles. Flatten candies with rolling pin. Place candy on flattened end of each green toe.
BAKE 10 to 12 min. or until edges are lightly brown. Cool on baking sheet for five minutes.

Have a safe and Happy Halloween!

It’s Hurricane hibernation time here in the Hennessey household and thankfully, we still have our health, our home, our power, (and our sanity). Before I devour all the snacks (and meals) I prepared in case we lose power, I wanted to squeeze in a quick post. (I do realize I’d be the first one voted off Survivor island because I tend to overeat when stressed, so sue me.) Seriously, I hope you stay safe through the storm. If you’re looking for fun and easy ways to help keep the kids busy, here are a handful of our family’s storm-time traditions:

1. Flashlight family story time. Materials needed: One flashlight and lots of imagination.

One person holds the flash light & starts a story. The first passes the flashlight to the next person, who then continues the story, and on and on it goes. We’ve had our share of nearly-pee-in-your-pants plot-building times with our kids. Their brains are like sponges. It’s a cute way for kids to express their imagination! No matter where their story leads, this can be quite a riot for everyone.

2. “Blind man” sketching. Materials: A pencil and piece of paper.

We invented this fun craft recently with our kids when we knew they needed to turn off the television and fast. Start with a plain piece of paper, fold it vertically into as many sections as there are people in your household. (Not counting pets, sorry pooch.) For four people: The first person draws a face, the second a body, the next legs, the last shoes. Make sure each section is hidden from the other. The result is a hilarious looking sketch of a human, with special touches (and sketches) from every member of your family.

3. Fort time. Materials: Sheets, blankets, pillows, hockey sticks, you name it.

Have the kids build a fort around you. This one can take hours and helps when you need to do some work or stay glued to your phone for severe weather alerts.

4. Family Olympics. Materials: Board games, playing cards, checkers.

Drum up some fun Family Olympic-style competition to help keep everyone busy. Start with easy games like Tic-Tac-Toe, Hang Man and checkers. Make sure the games are age appropriate. The winner plays the next person, and on and on it goes. We enjoy friendly matches of balloon volley ball tossing, air hockey, War, Connect Four, Life, Stratego and when the power comes back on, iPad Wheel of Fortune. (Big money, big money.)

Have fun and stay safe!

Are you a procrastinator? If you’re planning to read this post later or “when you have time,” get over yourself. (Check your Facebook page first, right?!) They actually have a Facebook group for procrastinators. Go figure. (As if I have time to sign up for that group when I’m too busy bantering with my other 400 FB friends.) https://www.facebook.com/groups/2200058888/?ref=ts&fref=ts

Before having kids, I was a professional procrastinator. I put off things that I deemed “not necessary” until the last minute. The laundry, the lawn, cleaning the bathroom toilet. (I even put off buying my first bra at 14. Not that I really needed one. I’d like to say THANK YOU to the person who invented the padded bra by the way.) And I digress. Lucky for me, I launched my career in a deadline-focused field. Journalism. I’d have no problem conducting interviews and meeting article deadlines, but everything else fell on the backburner and could have ended up on an episode of Clean Sweep had I not married my best friend who is ridiculously organized and on time for EVERYTHING. (He helped ship me into better shape over the years – thanks honey!) As a freelance writer, when I had a long deadline, I’d find myself sitting in front of a blank computer screen, with pimples forming from writer’s block. I’d end up washing dishes, scrubbing the toilet with a toothbrush and doing five loads of laundry. (And writing the article the night before it was due, of course.) Give me a three-hour deadline, and I’d have it done in two hours flat. When I became a mom, I didn’t have time to think about putting anything off – I was in survival mode. Do or be darned. Feed the baby. Burp the baby. Bathe the baby. Hold the baby. Shower. Drop off baby. Work all day. Rinse and repeat. With an active baby – I was lucky to fit in a layer of deodorant into my day.

Through the years, the things I used to procrastinate about have faded away, making me feel a little better about myself. (I’m no Rachel Ray, but I do try.) Unfortunately, some things have still fallen to the wayside. Let’s just say I now have 1,789 photos of my daughter stored conveniently and digitally in my computer, and until a month ago, one quarter of a photo album to show for it. (My first born has two albums FILLED.) One year, I attended two scrapbooking sessions hosted by a friend, bought crafty supplies and have been putting it off ever since. I believe this was five, maybe six pathetic years ago. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Am I a bad mother because I don’t like to scrapbook? Let’s see – tending to the kids, laundry, dishes, deadlines, meetings, volunteering OR starting a scrapbook. I consider myself a creative person. I’ve conducted conference calls while simultaneously folding four loads of laundry and feeding a play-date party of five. But a talented scrap-bookkeeper I am not. Recently, my husband and I hosted our own version of Clean Sweep, and cleaned out the attic, the garage and our kids’ rooms. We found a TON of our daughter’s old PRINTED baby pictures and put them in a cute album that I swear I purchased the same year she was born. It’s not winning any awards, but it’ll do. As long as she’s not expecting to see a craft store aisle pop off the pages, it’ll do just fine.

As a mom, do you get stressed out easily? What stresses you out? Your job? Your kids? (Not that you don’t adore them, but the fact that being a mom can cause any woman to get a wee overloaded.) Your spouse? Your friends? Life in general? Oh, and trying desperately to maintain a healthy balance regardless of whether you’re a stay-at-home mom, full-time working mom or a work-from-home mom? When I get stressed, I exercise…..and stress-eat. I know, I know. But this is how I deal. Now, my form of “mommy sanity” exercise often equates to nothing more than a low-impact jog with my dog a few times a week or taking a Pilates class here and there. It works for me. And, after exercising, I enjoy eating a balanced meal. And then stress eating. I’m talking about indulging in healthy doses of chocolate. It could be brownies, cake, candy, chocolate covered almonds or even Death by Chocolate Cake. Any form will do. I find chocolate really helps me stay in control. Unfortunately, when I indulge in too much of the stuff, I have a tendency to suffer from a lack of sleep. And when I don’t get enough sleep, I get grouchy and want more chocolate the next day. This hamster-in-a-wheel way of dealing with stress is my way of telling the world, “I realize my system may seem crazy to you, but it’s how this mother stays sane.” 😉

Did you know that chocolate is actually good for you? (As long as you don’t over-do it like I do.) A recent study of 8,000 male Harvard graduates reveals that chocoholics live longer than those who go without! There are some other fun facts about chocolate on this web site: http://www.chocolate.org/

Check it out and enjoy! And please don’t forget to send in your mommy insanity stories and dessert recipes to jackie@ventingsessions.com. Your story or recipe could be in my next book!

I’m no Alice, but I do windows. I do laundry. I mop. I sweep. I do dishes at least twice a day. But there is one household chore that I procrastinate about every year. It gives me the chills just thinking about it. When was the last time you cleaned your kid’s room? Not just vacuuming. Not just dusting the bookshelf. But really giving it a good spring cleaning. And when you finally clear your schedule and get down to it, how does it make you feel? Satisfied? Accomplished? Like Betty Draper? Utterly shocked and mortified? How about “All of the Above”. When I recently ventured into my little girl’s room, I saw things that scared the Beetle Juice out of me. Moldy wrappers. Missing socks. Stuffed animals. Stuffed animal clothing. Doll hair. Doll hair stuck to dog fur, wrapped in God knows what. When I saw a pair of old shoes shoved inside a bag that holds my daughter’s sleeping bag that was also missing for months, I nearly lost it. How can a child that makes her own bed every day (and make a room APPEAR so neat and tidy) hide so many little things inside boxes, drawers and under the bed? While my other child blatantly keeps an unmade bed for everyone to see? When I found three chocolate Santas inside a jewelry box, along with price tags and packages for earrings that are clearly missing, I did what any parent can do at this point. I started laughing so hard, I nearly tinkled in my jeans. Then I pulled out the trash can and started purging everything. I gave some things to charity. And other items to a neighbor who is two sizes smaller. Getting rid of that stuff is like enjoying the results of a juicing without having to fast!

Do you like to host playdates? Would you consider yourself a playdate whore? If not, you could be missing out. It’s raining out today and my daughter has a friend over. My son does too. (Two reasons why I’m able to write this without….) Actually, I just had to grab crafts for the girls. No, wait, they want a game. Now more crafts from the top shelf. And a snack. And drinks. (My son and his friend are still in the basement, happy as two pigs in poop playing video games.)

Here are 16 reasons why YOU should consider becoming a playdate whore:

1. Hosting a playdate means your kids are BUSY.
2. They are not watching television.
3. They are out of your hair.
4. You won’t have to hear the words, “I’m bored” escape their adorable mouths for at least an hour.
5. They don’t need to rely on you for every inch of entertainment.
6. You don’t have to hear: “Mom, mom, mom, mom, mom, mom, mom, mom, mom, mom, mom, mom, mom” every 10 minutes. (If you watch Family Guy, you can add “Mum, mum, mum, mum, mum, Lois, Lois Lois, Lois, Lois, Lois, Lois, Lois, Lois”.)
7. It means you can call your girlfriend, husband, mom, neighbor, aunt, sister, grandmother, brother, mother-in-law or any adult human being and carry on an adult conversation without being interrupted every five seconds with #6.
8. You can catch up on work.
9. See #2
10. Your kids are using their IMAGINATION. Although this may not apply to boys over the age of 11, as they throw the football, play XBox in the basement and snack on cheese crackers, keep in mind # 2 and # 9.
11. Because of #1, 2, 3, 4, 5 and 6, you can actually FOLD and PUT AWAY the six loads of laundry that has piled up in your laundry room. Even while doing #7!
12. You can…. do the dishes (while eating chocolate chips over the sink).
13. You can…start on dinner (while eating chocolate chips over the sink).
14. You can…vacuum (or not).
15. You can check in on them, but avoid being too overbearing, because you need to get back to #7, #8, #11. #12, #13 and #14.
16. You can participate in the playdate, as I’ve done for years (from being the craft master to baking cookies). But through the years, I’ve come to appreciate #1-#15. After all, I am a playdate whore, right?