Yesterday marks the beginning of the 2016/17 family routine. Hallelujah. We made it through the ever-changing matrix of summer. The here-there-everywhere pickups and dropoffs and scrambling for childcare. This was our first go at a public school summer. This next one, we vow, will be different. We’ve got some sweet plans afoot–coordinating with friends and… Read More My inner voice is the worst
You know what’s crazy about living? That in a single 24 hour period you can go from feeling utterly broken and ashamed to being completely at ease and in your own skin, eating with your family on a golden evening. This time yesterday I could feel it coming. My frayed edges flaring out like the… Read More Yesterday, I lost it. Today was better.
Mid-conversation, a friend of mine recently confessed, “SUMMER. IS. KILLING. ME.” I had a sense of what she meant, but hadn’t quite gotten there yet. My week of starfishing had me all relaxed, full-tanked, ready to rumble. Well, it’s been two weeks. My tank is no longer full. Ready to rumble, I am not. SUMMER.… Read More We don't make summer like they used to
Alternate realities are helpful for the sake of comparison. I know, because I’m currently living one. My house feels twice as big, my brain half as full. I slept till nine effing thirty this morning and ate pizza and jellybeans for dinner last night. This is my life without children. For one week, both boys… Read More My week as a starfish or living at home without children
My very first blog post here was about an experience shared by mothers of small children everywhere: being told to enjoy every minute by various ogling passers-by. Each time it happened to me, I suppressed the impulse to grab said stranger by the collar and scream “Why don’t you effing enjoy it while I go… Read More On Mamalode! Cherish: the agony and ecstasy
I just got back from a run. This is a strange fact since Not Running is a story I routinely tell. Once, I actually ran a marathon. When all was said and done, I felt like a badass with really bad knees. As the story goes, if I calculate generously, I’ve run about 5 miles… Read More Mom revives after reproductive coma
I’ve been drowning in a birdbath*, you guys. For three years, I’ve been in and out of triage: bought a house, had another kid, got a job. Whether it was up till 3 a.m. painting the rental in my third trimester or up at 11, 12, 2, and 4:30 with a puking baby, my default… Read More Boredom is my muse
If you’ve ever read a board book to a toddler, you may have encountered this one: After 5 pages, or maybe the the thirteenth time it’s toddled up to your lap, you start omitting large swaths of story. Why would anyone in their right mind put this damn many words in a board book? It’s… Read More The board book: friend or enemy?
If one more effing person apologizes after sharing a sad, difficult, upsetting part of their lives with me, I’m going to scream. And my shriek will leave a tiny crack in the shell of robotic positive thinking that our happiness-obsessed culture shrouds us with. I’ve written about this before, and it’s no surprise that I’m… Read More Gratitude: the friend who just doesn't get it
The song “Swing Low” is currently on the nap and bedtime rotation for me and Cal. Every time I get to the second verse — you know, “…looked over Jordan and what did I see?” — Cal pulls back from our snuggle and looks at me earnestly and says, “Angels?” It’s happened a good handful… Read More A band of angels