And then there are the days where it seems like just too much work to get the kids dressed- so you don’t- and then you spend the rest of the day feeling guilty because there’s this societal ideal that people should be dressed and coordinated at all times, even if they’re not going outside (except for that one, “quick” errand), and there you go. You’ve started the day off on the Guilty Foot. It progresses to the point where you actually {Read More}
Terrible Mom: Holiday Prep Edition.
December 2, 2013 By 27 Comments
Yesterday, I was kind of a jerk. I didn’t start out that way (and I certainly didn’t feel jerkish at the time)…but apparently the recipe for Jerk is: Christmas anxiety, decorating a tree with “help,” and nine months gestation. Nora really, really wanted to help me. And last year (when she was a babyish 3 as opposed to the completely grown 4 she always purports to be) I allowed her to choose a few non-breakable ornaments and shove them onto a [completely {Read More}
A Recap, Chicagoland Fun, And One Concerned Child.
November 27, 2013 By 3 Comments
For those of you [Americans] not currently going over the river and through the woods to feasts and parties (you know, the local set and/or gargantuanly pregnant)…happy Still Connected To The Internet Day. Let’s recap what’s been going on in the week of this local and/or gargantuanly pregnant person (still connected to the internet). It’s Wednesday, And She’s Still Talking About Things: Sure, it’s not exactly a blog post, but I was recently named a bloggy ambassador to the supra-fun Little Beans {Read More}
Daylight Savings Time Is A Big Old Bully.
November 4, 2013 By 16 Comments
If one more person tweets or statuses(?) about how great that “extra hour of sleep” was, I’m going to die. Potentially from sleep-deprivation. You see, Fall Back is a big, honkin’ joke. Guess who doesn’t give a rat’s bummy about things like The Time Actually Displayed On The Actual Clock? That’s right, children. Namely, my children. “Ah,” they NEVER SEEM to say to themselves, “It’s still dark out. This must be the new 5 o’clock!” Instead, they wander around blearily like drunken {Read More}
Life With A Preschooler, Scene 1.
September 25, 2013 By 12 Comments
And now, a scene: KEELY enters and sits on the Time Out Couch next to NORA- the latter looking not at all forlorn. KEELY: Nora, are you ready to leave time out? NORA: Sure! NORA hops down and begins to run back into the kitchen. KEELY: Wait! Wait…can we talk for a second? NORA pats KEELY’s hand. NORA: I forgive you. KEELY: You…what? NORA: We shouldn’t get angry at each other. It’s not kind. KEELY: …Okay. But you threw a {Read More}
Tea Parties And Time.
September 5, 2013 By Leave a Comment
“Mom,” she said. “You know what’s even better than doing your work?” Nora looked at me expectantly- and a tad impishly. “…Having a little tea party with the breakable tea set.” She nodded like she had just unveiled THE plan. And, in a way, she had. You bring the tea set, I’ll bring the braids. For weeks now she’s been asking to use “the breakable tea set,” the one she was gifted for her third birthday- and the one that, {Read More}
5 Things I Managed Yesterday.
August 21, 2013 By Leave a Comment
Yesterday was one of those rather hard days. Nothing was particularly devastating, but I’d be hard-pressed to name the things I felt I did well. However, I’ll try: 5. I made the bed. We’re not talking hospital corners and starched sheets, here, but I definitely pulled the sheets up and fluffed the pillows and removed smallish board books from underneath the covers. 4. The children were fed throughout the day. Veggie and fruit options were in abundance. They were even {Read More}
No Good, Very Bad Day. (Until Snacktime.)
August 8, 2013 By Leave a Comment
Yesterday was a tough day. It even started out tough. Despite my best (read: productive/attention/motherly) efforts, the girls were just feeling crazy. Like- wild, bickery, rambunctious, independent crazy. All throughout the morning, Nora responded to my requests of helping me straighten this part of her room/putting stuff back on that shelf/stop pulling even more things out of drawers by neeeeeding to play with that/taking things from the shelf/removing things from drawers. And Zu? Well, my darling youngest punctuated her independent proclamations {Read More}
