Sometimes, you can wake up and just sort of know what kind of day it’s going to be. Good or bad, you just have a sense of it. When it happens like that, I can at least feel like I have a head start and can get ahead of it, if it feels like it’s … Continue reading On the kind of day it’s going to be….
On doing what I want…
I think one of the only awesome features of being an adult is getting to do whatever the hell I want to. We have a family code that says "As long as you're not hurting yourself or someone else, you do you." Basicallly, have fun and don't be a jerk. And once I got out … Continue reading On doing what I want…
On growing up and staying the same…
I think one of the strangest realizations to come to as I edge closer to parenting a teen is that some things never change. My kids will get home from school, drop their stuff in the mudroom, beeline to the snacks, and grab their iPads (to talk to their friends...whom they've seen all damn day). … Continue reading On growing up and staying the same…
On wondering if it’s working…
You know what's a nightmare? This whole millenial thing of "reparenting oneself" while also raising children. Therapy is too expensive for all of us to go at once, so we default to letting our kids get professional help while flailing spectacularly ourselves. Neat. I often feel like I have zero skills to be allowed to … Continue reading On wondering if it’s working…
On balancing acts…
The world is a shit show right now. It's been this way for a while, but DAMN. I'm so tired of "living through unprecedented events". Fuck 'em. I was precendented, regular ass, boring days. I want to wake up to nothing interesting or scary in the news. I want to turn on the TV and … Continue reading On balancing acts…
On getting through the pain…
I dropped five pounds of frozen chicken on my foot this morning. I wish I was kidding. The day definitely started rocky, to say the least. Getting my youngest out of bed and ready to go can be a real nightmare some days. She has a way of turning the smallest things into a crisis … Continue reading On getting through the pain…
On forgetting…
Whoops! I was supposed to start writing yesterday and completely forgot. It was Sunday. I blame the weekend. And the fact that I had what felt like eleventy-billion kids in my house all damn day. I forgot to do so much. Forgot to take meat out of the freezer for dinner (so we ended up … Continue reading On forgetting…
On getting back into it….
A million years ago (or what feels like a million years), there was this thing called NaNoWriMo. And a buuuuunch of my writer friends particiated. For those that don't know, it's National Novel Writers Month, in which the challenge is to write every single day for an entire month in hopes of actually finishing that … Continue reading On getting back into it….
On knowing what matters…
I know the school year rhythm is finally starting to soften around me. The mornings don’t feel as chaotic, the afternoons feel more predictable. There’s some comfort in that. There are still crazy morning and busy afternoons, arguments with my kids, frustrations to manage, and relationships to help them navigate. But feeling a little more … Continue reading On knowing what matters…
On Not Counting Anything….
This is what I know after existing in France for a week. I know I felt light there — in my bones, in my breath, in the way I moved through the world. Life felt easy.Yes, I was there on vacation. I didn’t have to plan meals or manage my family’s routines. That’s an obvious reason why … Continue reading On Not Counting Anything….
Use. The. Clutch. 