I shouldn’t grill things. Probably ever. I mean, we’re pretty gender-advanced in this house most of the time. Dan does dishes and can make a mean chicken parmesan. I install light fixtures and am a master of (almost) all things fried. Neither of us is good at keeping up with laundry or dusting. But there…
I might be crazy
A wolf, a sheep, and a basket of cabbage
Do you know this puzzle? A man has a wolf, a sheep, and a basket of cabbage and he has to transport all of them across a river but his boat is only big enough for himself and one of the items at a time. He’s got quite the dilemma. He can’t leave the wolf…
This is why I quit my job
Every Friday afternoon we get an update from Joshua’s school about the activities for the upcoming week. Last weekend, the email said that the week’s theme was “Carnival.” There would be carnival-themed activities each day and then on Friday, they were having a school wide carnival where all the kids would play games and win…
Things I’m Afraid To Tell You–I (can’t) do it myself
There are lots of things that I’m afraid of. Lately, it’s that I’m not stacking up as a mother to Joshua. Or that I’ll never fit into my regular clothes again, never mind anything smaller than that. I’m also afraid of my feet hanging over the edge of the bed, getting poop on my hands…
Perfect for each other
Dan and me? We’re pretty perfect for each other. And never is that more apparent than in the every day. When I’m too serious or overthinking things, he doesn’t and sort of brings me back to reality. I like to think I do the same thing for him. Though I usually do it with a…