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
Last night, Q threw up at dinner again, and his right ear was a nice flaming red. It was also kind of puff. It was also hot. It remains so today, thus we are all planning an exciting visit to the Doctor. Then, I have a Doctor appointment, the sort that one doesn't take kids … Continue reading Perspective and Determination and a Few Cookies
I've killed all of my hydrangeas. They were thirsty, I was unfaithful.Tonight I made a salad with produce from my very own garden...and why do my cucumbers taste funny?My toenails are sea foam green and they remind me of mermaids.My house smells like brownies and the dishwasher is whirring.The sons are in bed, and one … Continue reading Confessions Of A Content Plant Killer
Gratitude is a choice. It's seeing the flowers despite the weird rust disease they have on their leaves. The snapdragons are fading in my garden, they have rusty leaves that signal the end of a season, but they don't care, they're still blooming with their whole heart. So, I'm leaving them in my flower bed … Continue reading Frogs and Funkytown
"I want to make cookies." "Pway a yittle bit yonger, den make cookies", he suggested. Um, ok. I thought that by making cookies, he would feel loved. Apparently he feels more loved when I sit down on the floor and let him drive matchbox cars into my legs."Why you toenails purple?" "Member when we went … Continue reading Stressed makes Desserts!