September 2009

Words from the vault

• I am (finally?) the person everybody wants to be around

  My 1-year-old stands beside the couch patting the cushion, motioning me to sit down instead of pick up old pretzel chunks from the floor. And if I sit she will heft her solid little body up next to me, crawl on top of me, and stay. (For about 10 seconds.) My 5-year-old waits. Waits. Playing with

• Sometimes the best friends sneak up on you

  This is a bit of a complimentary post to two previous posts about making friends with other moms. Back track if you'd like, or just start here. And then there are those wonderful women I have become friends with since I've had kids. A few I have met because our kids were in the same preschool

• How I make it through the week as a full-time working mother

  Working full-time is kicking my ass. It's been nearly two weeks and I'm absolutely drained. Sitting in front of a computer for 8 hours punching numbers and taking calls and writing letters and decoding mumbled instructions from my boss is all so very draining. A few things have helped me along the w

• Drunken rambling about my optimistic clitoris

  I'm three-quarters drunk so why not talk about my boobs for a minute. And the overall state of my body. And beacons of light. Wait, I have to digress for one moment. My husband just got a friend request on Facebook. Ah, yes, the friend request. A coveted thing in some circles. This one came from

• Mothering Three: Do you see yourself out there anywhere?

  Magazines. I love them. I used to subscribe to many, but when the necessary budgeting axe hit our home, the periodicals were the first to go. I watched as they dwindled. And now they are gone. And I don’t miss them so much. Who has the time? But a few days ago I had a few moments to browse the mag

• A secret weekend

  Ooh I am so excited I can hardly contain myself. And I've never been very good at keeping a secret. Not this kind of secret anyway. I was better at the naughty girl secrets I had to keep from parents, siblings, and friends. I keep saying that's another story, and it is. Note: there's not much I do h

• He had kind eyes and he needed my money

  Sunday was my husband’s birthday. He is now officially closer to 40 than 30, but whatever. The only reason I mention this is to explain why I took all three hooligans to the grocery store with me. He went mountain biking to relieve some stress - DEAR GOD PLEASE BLOW OFF SOME STEAM MY DEAR HUSBAND

• Little Stuff

  this is: about breakfast our morning routine and waking up: i hate waking up my bed is a cloud a dreamy cloud i don't visit enough i want to stay where i am on my cloud all alone i want silence i'd like all the chirping of sweet morning children to be in the background

• Just another day

  Every day is a new day, and yet the same in some way. Some often truly annoying way. Max wakes up at 6:00 or 6:30 or, these days, 5:30. He comes to our room, his arms full with his fuzzy blue blanket and his doggie. He crawls in our bed. He says "Wake UP!" a whole bunch of times. One of us struggles

• No, I'm not pregnant

  I ran 7 miles on Saturday. (Collective cheer!) And then I came home and disrobed and stood in front of the mirror. (Collective sigh.) I stared head-on at my figure as the steam billowed from the shower. What a downer. I pulled and pushed at my body. I bent down and took notice of how things ha