And the night before he became Five, he put his hand on my cheek and smiled up at me from his Thomas the Train pillow.He looked so very old. I bent down to him and hugged him. I said, "I wasn't a mommy until you were born. You made me a mommy."He smiled, "You're kidding."I … Continue reading Being Mommy On The Fifth Year
My cup has a question mark on it. It's the whole day written on ceramic, a hieroglyphic metaphor for Monday.One baby is at school and the other has the flu and yet another is eating crackers with some brand new molars, hard won through sleepless nights and a half eaten crib.With laundry to wash and … Continue reading Pajama Clad Days
I don't even know what to tell you.Surprisingly enough, I have been feeling overwhelmed lately. I don't know if it's because my cupboard project has come to a standstill because my sore wrist doesn't let me hold the sander, or because I have fifty million things to do for the party, or because I feel … Continue reading Chapter One. The Chapter Where My Own Mother Turns Against Me and I Stub My Toe
Hey.I'm still battling the problem of me and spare time. And by spare time, I mean time that should be used for cleaning/laundry/reorganizing/anything sock related. See...I am still planning a murder mystery party for around 50 people. And today? I decided to repaint my bathroom cupboards.It started with a trip to Anthropologie, the store I should … Continue reading Why Don’t You Just Poop In My Cupboard?