I have a tag here on the blog called “completely irrational.” I don’t display tags because it looks kind of ugly on this theme when I do, but the tag is there somewhere in the string of letters I don’t understand that make things go around here. Anyway. Enough of the mini-lesson in the backend…
completely irrational
Shake It Out
Regrets collect like old friends Here to relive your darkest moments I can see no way, I can see no way In looking back over the parts of my 31 years which I can remember, there’s not much I regret. Most of the regrets I have are words I can’t unsay. I can apologize and…
Well, they’ll take your soul if you let them. Oh yeah, but don’t you let them.
The single hardest thing about leaving the work force and staying home, for me at least, has been the significant drop in adult interaction in my life since last June. And by significant drop I mean Dan is sometimes the only adult I see in an entire week, except dropping Joshua off at school. No…
Starting Over
This is no time for catchy titles, guys. Basically, I’m about 30 seconds from a wine-fueled whine where I talk about what a bad mother I was today and y’all feel compelled to 1) be nice and tell me I wasn’t a bad mother, 2) yell at me for being a bad mother, or 3)…
True Life: I’m A Hover Mom
I spent my summers on my grandfather’s farm in north Florida. It was entirely possible to go without seeing either of my grandparents until we were gathered around the kitchen table for a meal. My cousin and I played dolls, chased chickens, traipsed through the woods, swam, picked blueberries, fought with each other and resolved…