This is a post to let people know that I’m not writing a post today. I’m tapping out, tagging a buddy, and essentially waiting for a be-Spandexed wrestler to climb through the ropes and take her place at my laptop. Let me explain. I found myself fantasizing about taking a “mental health day,” a term that friends with out-of-the-house jobs bandy around (and subsequently make me froth at the mouth with envy/improperly rinsed toothpaste). But when I realized that I {Read More}
Mother’s Day Makes Me Feel Feelings (Of Laziness).
May 12, 2014 By 6 Comments
Yesterday was such a good day. Thanks to P.J. and that trio of kidlets, the day approached Little Kid Birthday status. (And around here, we take things like that oh-so seriously.) Part of what made it so spectacular was the expectation of household laziness. At least on my part. (I realize how rare and Not The Case this is for many Mamas I know and love- so I appreciate it all the more.) Aside from a jaunt to my favorite {Read More}
Sub-Zero Temps Means Excused Laziness.
January 27, 2014 By 10 Comments
Schools are closed here again in Chicago and the ‘burbs. And it’s weird, people. It’s really, really weird. As I’ve mentioned before, two years ago was the first snow day that Chicago had in nearly three decades. (And it was during a blizzard. The Snowpocalypse, mind you.) And this year? We’ve already had a handful. IT’S WEIRD. It’s also kind of a nice thing, as a) I had been planning on keeping Nora home tomorrow anyhow (since I had heard about {Read More}
Keely Works Out So You Don’t Have To.
September 6, 2012 By 13 Comments
My sister Rachel gave me her Insanity workout DVDs a little while back *coughtwoyearsagocough* and I thought I’d give them a go. With commentary, of course. (If you can’t blog about it, it hasn’t really happened.) Some of you may remember when I was berated by my Wii Fit, and- for longtime followers- when I live-blogged Core Rhythms and came away from both with serious life questions. But yes,
‘Not Gonna Labor’ Day.
September 3, 2012 By 3 Comments
In honor of Labor Day, I’m gonna do what I do every Monday of a long weekend: Complain that we didn’t get as much done as I had wanted… And wonder why I completely lose my drive and energy as soon as there’s one more adult in the house. Don’t be like me. Enjoy this day to its fullest! Eat some ice cream. Stop and smell the flowers. And don’t even think about doing the
Too Busy For Hygiene.
August 27, 2012 By 3 Comments
Crawling towards soap. The dirt makes her blurry. My laziness has reached new heights. Or lows. (Let’s go with lows, since I’m currently on the floor.) This weekend was truly fun. Exhausting fun. But- let’s put it into perspective, here. I wasn’t scaling mountains with the girls strapped to my back. There were no death-defying underwater cave expeditions. (That’s next weekend.) There was
Boycotton 2: The Drawstring Strikes Back
November 17, 2011 By 3 Comments
It’s fully been a week now of this whole Put On A Pair Of Pants Like You Mean It (And For God’s Sake Maybe Comb That Hair), a.k.a. my attempt to not be Mayor McGrubbington. For a solid week (actually, since last Wednesday- “counting” has never been one of my strongest suits) I’ve chosen a decent-ish outfit, sans sweatpants or hoodies, and attempted to style my hair and face. And here’s what the past week has shown me. I’m clearly {Read More}
Boycotton. That’s Right.
November 14, 2011 By 2 Comments
Rainbow stripes are slimming. And now, a half-week update on Boycotton (a term I’ve just now thoroughly invented to define my week-long ban on sweatpants): I continue to not wear my cozies- excepting, obviously, those occasions wherein it is not only acceptable but expected; bedtime, early evening viewings of Jane Eyre, etc., etc.- and here is what I’ve found. It is difficult. Because nothing fits. Nothing. I am too small to wear my maternity pants (you so rarely hear the {Read More}
