December 2009

Words from the vault

• Thank Yous

  THANK YOU To the Cheerio fairy, who showed up on my deck a few weeks ago with a box for B's upcoming school party. To the parents of B's friend, who drive him to and from school more than I do. To the parents of S's friend. (See above re: school.) To dear friends who came to dinner and b

• Perspective

  Max is two. Officially. But almost-nearly-not-quite three. He has a bump on his tummy next to his navel. It comes and goes, protruding a barely noticeable amount one day and becoming an alarming size the next. We don't know what it is. The doctor doesn't know what it is. And in common terms, it's fr

• From Two to Three

  Sinus backup. I've got a cluster in my sinus - but it's worked its way into my brain and I feel completely inept right now. I'm supposed to be working and then cleaning up the house and then heading to the grocery store. Instead I am an absolute lump. Maybe I should just let my body fold into sleep

• Anyone who makes me get the mop out before 8 am is officially in TIME-OUT!

  People are messy. Kids are messier. In the course of cleaning a child up, another large mess is made. Example: bath time - in my house - every night! It's inevitable that there will be spills and falls, sticky messes, muddy messes, bloody messes. The very thought of all the cleaning is exhausting. Y

• Keeping it Zen, Jen

  I'm a day early for such carelessness. Vacation is TWO days away, not one. Oh well. Too late. I've stolen the only fan in the house from the baby's room and it's swirling hot air around the kitchen right now, settling on my stickiness for much too short a moment before passing on to the kids, and

• Friends, lovers. Oh Mother.

  There are a million reasons why I don't feel like I can do a good job posting tonight. First and foremost is Sarah's post from last night. Read it. Or go back and read it again. I think it's the beginning of something. A discussion maybe. Or a thread. Because I used to date women, too. And even thou

• Those Days That Never Go According to Plan

  Is there any other kind of day? They happen at work, and they happen at home. And today is one of them. I was going to get up early and post. Start the day with something for me. I got up at 8 o'clock. EIGHT. Radical. I threw a load of laundry in shortly after waking, because Wednesday I am not at t

• Thanks for noticing me

  So there I am, loading the kids into the truck. Tying balloons onto car seats so they make it home from the birthday party. Fastening buckles. Unwrapping Smarties and Dum Dums for the short ride to Geege's house. Rearranging the bags in the front seat so there is room for me to sit and drive. Chatte

• My Husband is an Alien

  I came home all dressed up after taking my oldest son, Brevitt, to The Nutcracker Suite with tickets bought at an auction while I still had money in my pocket. “Hummada hummada you look beautiful”, my  husband, Wade, admiringly said and we lustfully stared into each other’s eyes. I felt our e

• Lip Service

  As a mother with three young children who look to me and their father for guidance on everything from getting dressed to knowing when it is safe to cross the street, I think about the lessons I’m imparting. I think about the details of our days. I think about the times I yell at them and shouldn�