This right here?
This is my life.
They are my greatest loves.
In the early morning hours, I lay awake making lists of the things I need to do for my family or our businesses during the day; marveling at the chronology . . . → Read More: The Nuthouse, in a Nutshell
Recently I visited a mall with The MotherSuch and The Four-Why-Oh. One of those super great malls that has a super fantastic kiddie play area right in the middle of it. One of those play areas that you have no choice but to pass when moving from retailers on one wing to retailers . . . → Read More: If You’ll Remember to Remind Me About This, You Might Save Me Some Word-Eating in Fifteen Years
It’s been twenty-three days, give or take, since I sat down to talk to you, to really talk to you. Not that I haven’t thought about you. I have. And I’ve filled the void, here and there, with fluffiness, lighterness. I just . . . I don’t know. What is there to say?
. . . → Read More: Probably I Should Warn You That This Is Pointless
This afternoon, while reading through her calendar, pointing out various dates to me:
She: “Mama, the next day on the first day before the last day, are we going to do that thing again?”
[Brief interlude during which my brain: attempted solving for "huh?" in yet another incomprehensible preschooler . . . → Read More: Typical Monday Talk with the Three-Why-Oh
Sisterhood, I’m about to unload about 2.5 months worth of baggage on you.
And I owe you one.
The short version is that I’ve spent a statistically significant number of hours in the last week boo-hooing and agonizing and I’ve finally reached a conclusion.
. . . → Read More: Hi. It’s Me. On Your Doorstep. With a Summer’s Worth of Baggage. Invite Me In?
Some straight-up troof: the uncaffeinated life is more difficult than I remember it being. I’ve done without it before. But meeshy-sheeshy, I miss my morning jolt of go-juice. For the last six weeks I’ve felt mostly like I’m chasing the tiger’s (or, you know, toddler’s) tail in some twisted game of tag. And . . . → Read More: Recurring Motherhood Theme: My Crazy Is No Match for Her Bizarro
Moments later, she washed her mouth out with that soap. Then put herself in timeout. Then sent herself to her room until she could regain some composure. Whereupon she fell asleep.
Sometimes, motherhood is just a matter of standing back and watching it all unfold.
. . . → Read More: Part of Me Still Wondering: What Was She Going To Say?
I’ve been saving a mountain of law school texts. Because they were such a fascinating read the first time around that I’m planning on reading at least one of them each year for the rest of my life.
Or . . . maybe . . .
I saved them . . . → Read More: Recurring Motherhood Theme: The Moment That I Win, I Lose
Okay, so I’m only halfway in, but it sure does seem like the age of Two gets a bum rap with all the “terrible” adjectivizing attached to it. Because Two, for all its constant busyness and chattering, is significantly more fun than the years that have preceded it. Not that Infancy and One . . . → Read More: Recurring Motherhood Theme: I Have No Idea What Is Next