Sometimes you have a great blog post planned… Like, really great… But along the way stuff gets in the way, so you find yourself overwhelmed, overtired, over-caffeinated, and under-appreciated at the pity party called Low Ebbing, Table for 1. (Check, please.) So when your youngest takes an unexpectedly awesome midday nap while your middling decides she wants to work on a project in her room- alone- during the hour before your eldest needs to be fetched from school, you take {Read More}
Skill sets.
August 24, 2015 By Leave a Comment
Lots of folks are posting (downright adorable) photos of their kiddos’ First Day of School pix. As we don’t start until September 8th and FOURTEENTH, respectively, I am not those people. Due to those samesuch constraints, my work output this past week/weekend has been- ah- lacking. Let’s go with lacking. But lest you think my cluttery weekend didn’t allow for self-reflection, I tell you NAY. Here are two things I said aloud in the past 48 hours: 1) I’ve decided that, {Read More}
Grief Looks Like That? (And Other Concerns My Friends Have.)
June 1, 2015 By 2 Comments
Here’s something else they don’t tell you about grief: It doesn’t look like you’d expect it to look. If I had my way- and I do so love to have my way- I’d perch myself somewhere and don an appropriately demure black lace veil. Clutch some wilting violets to my (also appropriately) faded volume of The Book of Folly. My face would be pressed against a window streaming with rivulets of rain and, when I cried, it would be with {Read More}
Time Travel And No Take-Backs.
February 16, 2015 By 4 Comments
So, last night P.J. and I decided to watch a movie while folding Mount St. Laundry and eating the copious amount of candy he had procured by running down our alley to Walgreens- because a) we live entirely too close to easily runnable locales and b) I will forever and ever Amen be married to a teenaged boy. I’m a hard sell on most movies; in fact, I have a tough time committing to anything with a run time of {Read More}
Re-entry. And Insults From The Preschool Set.
February 9, 2015 By Leave a Comment
Re-entry is always hard; re-entry when you already miss your Dad like a limb and think your Mom’s cooking and hospitality puts the world’s top B&Bs to shame is even harder. Luckily, I have my husband and children to welcome me back to the homestead (for at least a week and half). I mean, who cares if the baby boy awakens mid-car ride from a nap to find you’ve returned from your week away and freaks out like Mothra herself {Read More}
Hurry Up And Slow Down, (AKA Please Let Me Be Better Tomorrow).
December 4, 2014 By 8 Comments
Multitasking with little kids underfoot is an unfair, thankless, contact sport. It really just is. Because no matter what I’m feeling, thinking, or wanting in this season of my life, there will always be at least three small people needing to eat (again?!), needing to be reminded to not stand on the table (looking at you, Blondie), and needing to physically be moved from location to location. All. Day. Long. Wiping the same portion of the same (shockingly not spotless) {Read More}
Taking Our Show On The Road (And Highway).
November 24, 2014 By 6 Comments
We had a road trip this weekend. Or rather, the road trip had us. In numbers: 17- the hours of drive time 1- the hourly span between each of the first three rest stops 49- grade, out of 100, that we rated the West Virgina Hampton Inn where we spent one overnight 45- minutes spent looking for the crib said Hampton Inn promised would be in our room (2- times we checked on the availability of the crib prior to {Read More}
That “Hang In There, Kitten” Poster Was On To Something.
November 6, 2014 By 6 Comments
There’s this idea that mothers- and, especially, mothers to many- are (or aspire to be) multitasking, Martha Stewart-esque, model citizens. Sometimes it’s true. And sometimes, as with any job, it’s just not true. Not even a little bit. At all. Lately, I’ve been hearing from strangers a lot of (earnest? Politely conversational?) how do you DO it all? (Disclaimer: This is not a humblebrag, nor is it a self-congratulatory pat on the back at my daily successes. What’s the opposite {Read More}
