For what it's worth, I had no idea. But my kids filled me in. Apparently, I have RBF. The worst part was way the news was delivered. It was completely matter of fact. No one's even mad at me. Well....I'm pretty sure no one's mad at me. You can usually tell with teenagers. So it … Continue reading My RBF Afflication
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Genius: But Maybe Not The Kind We Were Hoping For ;-)
I'm just going to go ahead and say it...my kids are geniuses. Everybody thinks their kids are...but I'm positive about it. Trouble is, genius comes in many forms, and it appears that we've ended up with the diabolical kind. I can't even fault them, because 9 times out of 10, it works. If I had a schtick … Continue reading Genius: But Maybe Not The Kind We Were Hoping For 😉
Don’t Worry…Your 40’s Won’t Suck
Hey...younger mamas...got a sec? I've been reading and hearing some angst about a birthday that seems to be LOOMING for some of you and I wanted to speak a little truth for your ears. I'm talking about the big quadra-decade marker...40. Now, I'm a little bit on the other side of it, but I remember … Continue reading Don’t Worry…Your 40’s Won’t Suck
I Have No Idea What They Ate Today (A Slacker Mom’s Guide to Summer)
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)
Its June. Are We There Yet?
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?
A Letter to My Son…
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.
Big Girl Pants
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.
My Tiny House Dream
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?
The Word of the Day: Fiery
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....
Bedtime Lessons…For Me.
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...
The Amateur Mom 