“Am I on the schedule today?” I text the two men who own the housekeeping business I’ve used for the last 2 years. “Yup,” one texts back. “Excellent! The girls have a half day so EVERYONE will be around,” I respond. I am also watching our neighbors daughter until she’s done with work. 3 girls,… Continue reading Lucky.
Tag: grief
PTSD
It’s all fine. Everything is fine. I’m fine. Until one of the girls is sick and has to stay home and I’m running through mental “should I take her to the doctor or will this just bowl over?” It’s all fine. Everything is fine. I’m fine. Until my back screams in pain when I wake… Continue reading PTSD
Valentines
“What did you an Bob do for Valentine’s Day?” my friend asked as we sat on opposite sides of her couch facing each other. I shook my head. “Not a lot… we would make dinner- correction, he would make dinner, and he’d always find me purple tulips.” I smiled. I never knew how he found… Continue reading Valentines
A week of Saturdays
Today is Saturday. The real Saturday, not a Wednesday-Saturday or a Friday-Saturday. It’s actually Saturday. Which means it’s mommy’s sleep in day! First day of break was last Friday, and we were already in Bainbridge with Bob’s parents. We went out a day early because the weather forecasts became even more foreboding by the afternoon… Continue reading A week of Saturdays
Crisis in Identity- Guilt
If I could start over, I would have had that 2nd cup of coffee at 2 p.m. when I went to pick up the dog from puppy daycare. If I could be guaranteed a caffeine boost at 4 p.m. when the kids came home then maybe, just maybe, I'd have the energy to make dinner.… Continue reading Crisis in Identity- Guilt
The Move
*This is fiction. I never thought I'd leave. I was so attached to that house, that city, those streets. It was our dream; it was our acre of land to raise our two kids. But Bob was gone before we'd been there 2 years. So much time ahead of me, so few months of us… Continue reading The Move
Home isn’t a house
Ask a military kid where they're "from" and they'll tell you where they were born. Even now, in my thirties I can't really say I'm "from" Buffalo, although I think of it that way. I'll say I graduated high school in Buffalo, which is as close as I'll get. My parents moved away from Buffalo… Continue reading Home isn’t a house
Blessed
Hey there guys, gals, and everything in between. It’s been a while! With everything going on I’ve once again forgotten about my own needs, and without prompting took the last two days “off” between the hours of 8:30 and 4 when the kids were in school. Is it a personal day when I don’t have… Continue reading Blessed
Based on “Warning” by Jenny Joseph
How do I feel closer to 40 than I felt last year, how does a year make such a difference? When did I get old? I am forever older than Bob, my husband that was born months before me. I am still on the younger side of my friends. Mom turns 60 (spoilers, sorry mom)… Continue reading Based on “Warning” by Jenny Joseph
Welcome back (and to) school
Does anyone else wonder where August went? I feel like I blinked and it was over. What a weird summer. We went into a friend's pool once. I had the kiddie pools in the backyard. I actually sort of tanned this year. My skin is like a piece of ombre art, tanned and freckly on… Continue reading Welcome back (and to) school
Solo Mom of Tiny & Loud Dragons 