The Universe is a crotchety little turd sometimes, y’all. See, I thought I had a good baby in Emma. A baby who sleeps. Anyhwere! Anytime! Swaddled! Unswaddled! White noise! No white noise! SLEEP! And then the 4 month wakeful and this newfound love of go-go-going happened and things just haven’t been right since. Emma MUST…
Joshua
A letter to myself to read in times of struggle
Dear Miranda, If you’re reading this, it means that this has not been your finest day or week as a mother. Your children probably haven’t slept. No amount of concealer can adequately cover the bags under your eyes. All of you are tired. You and Dan find yourselves snapping at each other over silly things…
Gratitude is the best therapy
If you follow me on Twitter, you know that yesterday got off to a rough start. I was touched out before 9:00 a.m. thanks to a teething baby who wouldn’t take a nap and a preschooler who wanted ALL THE THINGS. And when I finally got her to sleep and took a shower, Joshua woke…
Hoarding peace
Today was a good day. Not because it was spectacular but because it was normal. Both kids slept well last night which means I slept well last night. The smell of hot coffee called to me from the kitchen. We played and then Emma napped and it was just calm. Peaceful. The kind of morning…
The Enormity of Love
I’m sitting outside my doctor’s office with thoughts of the morning swirling through my head. I find myself wistful. Longing for a do-over. Another chance to just be. It wasn’t a bad morning. In fact, as mornings go it was quite pleasant. Mellow. Quiet. But what if this was our last morning as a family…