I struggle with how vulnerable to be here. Let’s face it, vulnerability earns readers. If I posted every family skeleton I could find, tossed in all my motherly failings, and shared way too much information about my relationship with my husband, there are people who would just eat that stuff up. And vulnerability does have […]
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I’m a planner, y’all. And when the day doesn’t go according to plan, things get ugly. We scheduled some time with friends tonight. Well, we thought we did, but we didn’t ask for RSVPs. And no one else showed up. Sigh. Guess how I felt. Since we already had a babysitter, the husband and I
One meeting down, I had 45 minutes before I needed to meet my friend at the coffee shop. I really wanted to go shopping. The deals, y’all. I needed to go shopping. What if I missed it? What if I wasted my soon-to-be expired coupon? What if the nail polish and Miralax never went on
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I’ve kept up with the housework better than usual this week. I’ve stuck with my schedule of each room, day-by-day. Written a blog post (two, I guess). Hung out with friends. Good stuff. Little by little, though, I see the unraveling. A few extra toys on the floor. The pile of dishes on the counter.
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Hi, y’all. I called this post “Sick Day,” but it’s actually been a sick week. My youngest boy started the trend with a fever last Wednesday night, and we’ve been passing it around since then. The kids actually recovered from the cold rather quickly, although my eldest did miss a day of school just to
What a week, you guys. It’s not the worst week our country has ever seen, but it’s the worst one since…last December, perhaps? This is the type of week that makes me want to go to REI and stock up on LifeStraws and iodine tablets. I’ve been having a great week here in my own
(Warning: This post references the recent events in Newtown, Connecticut. I don’t want to ambush anybody with that.) I try to sleep, but sleep does not come. I think again about the children, about the teachers who sacrificed themselves. And then my anxious mind wanders to so many other evils of mankind. The wars between Native
I’m a day late on my Thanksgiving post, because that’s how I roll. I’m tired. I’ve been sick and cranky for a lot of the week. But I’m ready to be thankful. So here goes…. I’m thankful for:My kiddosMy husbandMy catMy dog Doesn’t this pie look all Thanksgiving-y? I made it in September, but that’s
Ah, October. Sunny days with a chill edge to them, a time for outside fun, for rainy days spent re-reading Harry Potter. A time for old cats to act like kittens again as they chase imaginary foes. Also a time for hockey, though with the NHL lockout fans are resorting to desperate measures. My husband
Blah-blah-blah, me-me-blah! Blah-blah, blah-blah, me-me-me! (A little Finding Nemo humor for ya there.)Photo courtesy of Paul Nicholson. I’ve been struggling lately with how self-centered I feel on this blog. I mean, it’s a blog…it’s an online diary. It’s going to be fairly focused on me, I suppose. I think to some extent I’m just grumpy