I got dressed up today – well, more so than usual. It’s my birthday.
I always believed that birthdays should be one’s personal national holiday. It’s only been in recent years that I’ve stopped highlighting the calendar (now I just draw balloons.) Continue reading
Ten was a good year. I spent my lunches playing pickle on the big kid field with Nick and Holly. The Big Stick popsicle or Fudgesicle were a quarter at the After School Program. I was getting ready to graduate elementary school.
Thirty-one. 31. It’s not old. It’s not young. It’s not even really the middle. It’s adulthood. Continue reading
The washing machine cried uncle tonight. It vibrated, rattled and then tried to escape before finally collapsing in a standstill – a neon green “LOAD” message blinking along the LCD panel.
Every day is a mire of laundry to do. Gather, wash, fold, repeat. Is this a sign that life is full so the laundry can wait or a sign that life is full – and laundry is the reflection.
I. Hate. Laundry.
So it is the inspiration behind tonight’s bedtime story. Continue reading
I diapered the muppets. For fun (I know – we get ca-razy here), I let the boys wander around in their diapers while I went to dispose of the evidence.
In the 60 seconds I was away, I heard a crash and a cackle. Continue reading
Big News! Things have changed with the group site I joined a couple months ago. Fresh start, fresh look, new name.
<Drumroll please>
Meet…A Nervous Tic Motion. (Same great site.) Toddlers to teenagers, children make life crazy. (And as it turns out, all us writers were certifiably crazy long before piling parenthood on top of our neuroses.) Admit it, you’re starting to get a nervous tic just thinking about it. Continue reading
As we express our gratitude, we must never forget that the highest appreciation is not to utter words, but to live by them. ~ JFK
Comments Off on Thank You.
For those of you eagerly playing along at home, the score is now 4-for-4. And yes, this is the second post in a week dealing with bodily fluids.
Search bit another one of his friends this afternoon and served actual time in the official preschool penalty box.
It was one of those days. Continue reading
Well, I walked right into that one. I posted on Facebook this morning,
“Dear Muppets,
2 days, 2 incident reports. Can we at least attempt to avoid the trifecta?
Love, Mom.”
My bad.
We hit the trifecta. At least it’s dispersed between children? Continue reading
Clarity of thought.
That crisp, concise understanding that you know precisely what you’re doing. (Or at least what you should be doing.) I used to think I had that once…
Enter toddlers, stage right. Continue reading
Do. Not. Like. Daylight Savings. Time change = bad.
Disclaimer: This post is not for the feint of heart. Also, I am well aware that the following is likely the result of my own actions. However, for the sake of consistency, we’re going to blame the time change. Continue reading
