Today, my blog is a seven year-old! That’s right, my blog can now read Encyclopedia Browns and Choose Your Own Adventures while still retaining the not-quite-a-tween-yet sweetness that I can cling to for just a tad longer. To celebrate, we could’ve gone to Chuck E. Cheese’s, but no- I’m giving away a copy of my book, Expecting: A Year of Fixing Up and Breaking Down. (Less cleanup and sugar crashing involved. You’re welcome.)
But first, a quick look back on my days as a know-it-all nanny, frighteningly optimistic house hunter, bewildered mother, and completely balanced gem of a wife :
How about this gem from October of 2008?
At that time, I had the completely awesome hobby of seeking out slightly inappropriate picture frames and blogging out their unfortunate mashups- say, like a loving photo of a grandmother and toddler in a warm embrace, framed by a 4×6 border proclaiming them to be “Hot Stuff.” This post was the day I found out about “Good Luck, Honey,” but it’s also the day I talked about the potential home with the fried chicken lady on a mattress. Yes, inside the potential home. Look, I can’t explain it any better- you should probably just read it.
Let’s hop over to August of 2009.
I was writing plays, nannying, 8 weeks away from giving birth to my first child, and waiting at the door for someone to unwedge our sectional sofa from its sideways positing in the stairwell. And yes, my stream of consciousness was just as linear as you might’ve guessed.
Oh, January of 2010.
I was nannying, I had a newborn, I was nannying for the first time ever with a newborn, and my house was falling apart during a particularly brutal Chicago cold snap. I think I handled it marvelously well.
Onward to October of 2011!
This is the day we met Suzy. Guys, I need you to know that I was on a cray amount of morphine when I wrote this one. I was also still in the hospital. (Having two kids apparently gave me an exceptional work ethic.)
June of 2012.
I was taken to court. For jury duty. And it went exactly as you’d expect my tenure as a juror would go. (Listen, all of those years pounding Law & Order weren’t gonna go to waste.)
Skip up to September of 2013…
Here’s why I no longer bothering disciplining Nora. She has surpassed me. (Yes, just shy of her fourth birthday, she had surpassed me.)
And finally, February of 2014.
I now had three kids! And a career with which I was desperately hanging on by my (decidedly unmanicured) fingernails. Here’s a primer of how I- and other workin’ from home mamas- “do it all.”
Which brings us back to today. June of 2015.
And because I’m so thoroughly grateful to all of you peeps who’ve been reading (and commenting and Tweeting and sending sympathetic smiley faces) since June of 2008, I’m gonna send one of you a piece of mail. Specifically, an envelope with a signed copy of Expecting: A Year of Fixing Up and Breaking Down, and a smile face or two of my own. That way, you can have these encouraging words of parental and homeowner dubious successes at your fingertips- or at the very least, nightstand! Enter (and share!) the Rafflecopter below- quickly, ’cause this one ends on Monday- and don’t be a stranger.
This wouldn’t be half as much fun without you.
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