nablopomo

Words from the vault

• Home is Where We Muddle Through

  We've lived in this house for almost four years; moved in two months before our second was born. In fact, the past two times I've moved I've been seven months pregnant. When I was pregnant with our third, several of our friends asked us if we'd be moving. Uh, no way, not again! But the question was

• How do I get three kids (ages 5 and under) to bed at the same time?

  Really. How do I? Any suggestions out there? Here's how it went tonight: B struggles into shower. Emphasis on struggles. Loud struggles. S into jammies. Em into jammies. Me into jammies. Estimated elapsed time: 20 minutes. Not bad! B washed and removed from shower. B in jammi

• Another Secret Weekend - help, imma gonna have six kids in my house

  Stress. The devil. Do they indeed mean the same thing? My husband is stressed. Has started a new company and is just so, well, STRESSED. On top of the demands for his time from both clients and family that he cannot fulfill, and the financial deadlines he must meet so as to keep the house in

• 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

• A few words for Mary Ann and Sydna

  I bake. I bake yummy things. Often. And one of the things I bake two or three times each week is muffins. I love muffins. And for a while—before kids and then when I had only one and we'd walk into town on a whim—I was in the habit of buying a muffin whenever the opportunity presented itself. Bu

• A poem on Sunday

  Pardon me while I take the easy way out of my NaBloPoMo responsibilities today. It's just that I'm tired. And everyone in my family is sick. And I tried to write a post, I really did, but I kept looking over to the wall beside my desk, where I have this poem tacked up. It's one of my favorites. And

• I'm no different from you I just feel like talking about it today

  Life isn't easy. In fact, these days it's terribly hard and terrifically stressful. I feel like I am tethered to my children. I'm only lucky enough to free myself so that they can go to school and daycare and I can go to a job that I...oh yeah, I fucking hate! So no, not so lucky after all. But a

• This is my life: My boys, My heart

  Little boys are little boys are little boys are...cute. Want-to-eat-you-up cute. Want-to-bury-you-in-the-couch-cushions cute. Want-to-make-a-fort-and-hide-in-it-with-you-forever cute. My boys are rough and tumble. My boys are sweet. My boys are unafraid and loud, quirky and energetic. They are al

• A long post about changes in motherhood

  I have spent most of the last six years in the company of babies, toddlers, preschoolers and, just recently, a kindergartner and his friends. Also, many moms of these children. These moms are around my age--within five years in most cases. Some work full time, most work part time, like me. Some have

• 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