In the past I’ve written Joshua a little letter about the first day back to school, some wayward notion that what I’ve been doing online for the past 8 years or so has been for him to look back on and remember fondly when he’s old and I’m dead. That’s…yeah. That’s a thing I’m not…
Motherhood
At Least There Was Pizza
There’s no pretty way to say this and this post is going to be whiny and rambly and unpolished and I don’t even care because it totally mimics the day I just survived. Am still surviving. (Thanks to a bath and a glass of Malbec.) Today was terrible, almost from start to finish. The kind…
Absence and Hearts and Stuff
You know how people say when you love something you should let it go? That statement does not necessarily apply to home Internet service, which I know I have complained about not having so often now people are probably on the verge of stuffing a dirty sock in my mouth just to get me to…
On Being a Good Mom
This week the kids and I traveled to my mom’s house for Spring Break. This is important on many, many levels. For starters, hanging out with Nana means I get to breathe. There’s no judgment here. No “well, you should really consider…” I don’t hear “If you would just…” The kids get to spend time…
Dear Lady Who Judged Me Today
I don’t know if it’s just my kids, these ages they’re in, stages of development, the sun and moon in terrible alignment, or something else altogether, but I would rather have a root canal than take my children into a store. Any store. Mostly, Emma has a serious case of Ants In Her Pants and she…