Just over a month has passed since . . . well, since.
We’ve handled it well, I think.
I’ve handled it well, I think.
There was some tearfulness earlier on, around the post-pregnancy hormone-dump mark.
There always is.
We’d never told our Sophie . . . → Read More: This She, That She, We
Saturday night we met up with a large group of friends for a food and game night. During one round of “The Newlywed Game” the following question was asked of the husbands: “What does your wife have too many of?”
Most of the husbands answered ‘shoes’ or ‘clothes’ but one gave . . . → Read More: Considering It: The Togetherness In Which We Are Held
Ten things I’m telling myself today:
(1) There is nothing I’d rather use this Monday for than year-end reports.
(2) I don’t look a day over 27. Ish.
(3) My favorite jeans easily make me appear 5 pounds lighter than I am.
(4) If I . . . → Read More: To Self, From Self (Edition 01.30.12)
Wednesday evening now and it has been a long, long twelve hours since I drug myself out of bed, brushed my teeth, and plugged the property management phone in to charge.
Eleven and one-sixth-ish long hours since that charging phone chirped good-morning-here-are-two-voicemails-I-took-in-lieu-of-ringing-this-morning.
Eleven long hours since I returned the calls to discover a tenant with a spewing . . . → Read More: Long Hours
Sunday afternoon, sitting in bed, dining room table shopping on the Internet, refraining from saying the hateful things that spring to my mind periodically as my uterus tries to cramp the rest of me into tearful submission. I’m pretty much done with the crying. Even if uterus and broken cervix team up, . . . → Read More: Waiting Out the Nothingness with an Eye Toward Sticking It To Big Insurance and a Passion for Reallllllly Looooooooongish Post Titles