Every Tuesday at 5pm I load up all three kids into the minivan and drive to the Campbell County YMCA for Sophie’s ballet class. She’s been doing this for a year now. She loves it, as was apparent when she had to take a three-week break after her surgery. It’s a really nice class. It’s [...]
Dinner was late tonight. Andy was at Target with the kids, I was at Trader Joe’s (thankful to be solo on my trip, given the whining I heard in the background when I talked with him on the phone). While at Trader Joe’s, I picked up sushi for dinner on a whim. I don’t know [...]
Last Sunday I spent much of the day in bed, writing. I had a 2,000-word article due first thing Monday morning. I also had a sore throat, runny nose and a terrible headache. Everything ached. I was exhausted. Monday morning, I rallied. I felt (a little) better. Andy went to work. I cleaned less than [...]
I don’t often write about the details of potty training because, no one, honestly, wants to read about the details of potty training. But I do want to share this short story today. James followed Sophie into the bathroom this afternoon, as he often does. While Sophie did her thing on the adult toilet he [...]
Tonight Sophie and I went to get haircuts. At 6:42pm I received an e-mail on my phone with the subject line: “Dinner is going well.” I opened it and saw this: And at 6:48pm I received another e-mail with the subject line: “Even better now.” And then there was this: We’re having a rough week. [...]
Sophie’s scheduled to have surgery tomorrow. She has an inguinal hernia. It’s minor, outpatient surgery—the actual operation only lasts about 45 minutes. I had the same surgery when I was 6. One of the biggest comforts in my life has been my dad always saying he would take on any illness, surgery or procedure for [...]
I would have liked to zip in and out sans kids but because you close at 5pm and my husband doesn’t get home until 6pm, I had no choice. Plus, I want to take my kids to the post office. I want to explain how “mailing a letter” works and what “stamp” means and I [...]
“It would seem that something which means poverty, disorder and violence every single day should be avoided entirely, but the desire to beget children is a natural urge.” —Phyllis Diller
Scene: Owen is sitting on the leather chair in the living room. His milk is in a cup (with a lid) on the floor, 6 feet away from him. Owen: “Where’s my milk? Where’s my milk? WHERE’S MY MILK!” Me: “It’s right there, Owen. You can get it.” Owen: “No. I can’t, Mommy. You get [...]
