I have no idea what they ate today. EXCEPT for the 10 year old and his friend. They had giant waffle cones with about 5 scoops of ice cream in them for lunch. I know because I stopped at the ice cream stand with them on their way home from school. And then I shooed … Continue reading I Have No Idea What They Ate Today (A Slacker Mom’s Guide to Summer)
It is June, and I have been faking it for a while now. Probably since September, if we're being honest, but it's all getting real now. There's something about these Spring months, with all of the concerts and play offs and class parties and tryouts (for FALL, for God's sake...remember when tryouts happened the week … Continue reading Its June. Are We There Yet?
Dear Paul, I saw this image the other day...and I thought of you. Because you're a boy. Because I think that "boys will be boys" is sometimes a way of explaining why you have to "slam dunk" everything single thing you put into the trash can...but sometimes it's used to excuse things that are bigger than that.
It's Spring. For many of us, that means sports. For some of us (particularly those of us with an unrelenting belief that there are more than 24 hours in a day, and inflated perception of our own ability to be in multiple places at the same time OR a particularly high-energy kid who we are hoping … Continue reading Leave Your Chair At Home…A Parent’s Guide to Spring Sports
Right now, it is 6:23 and I already had to put my big girl pants on a couple of times today. And I don't love my big girl pants. They kind of pinch.
I read a lot of books. I read fiction and non-fiction...and occasionally I read trashy romance novels...because life is about balance. My favorite books tell me a story about a life that's nothing like my own. I love the window into another world...another culture...another way of thinking. The best books take what I used to think and … Continue reading Baseball, Beer, Books….and Barriers
Years ago, when my babies were still babies and I was caught in the mostly-joyful-but-also-exhausting vortex that is 3 babies 4 and under in one house, someone asked me a question. If you had a whole day to yourself, she said, and you could do anything you wanted to do...anything at all...what would it be?
You know that thing where you take someone's head off? Like...clean off their shoulders? And you feel completely justified about it too...in that smug defender-of-the-universe and righter-of-wrongs way that feels so deeply satisfying? And then....
Last night I went to tuck my son in. Tuck him back in, actually. For the third time. The first goodnight kiss had happened about an hour before. And then...
"Wow! We really screwed things up for ourselves with this whole 'Women's Lib' thing!!" That's what she said. And I took there, slack-jawed in the kitchen, wanting to argue, but not even knowing where to start.