The dog was in my space. Again. It’s not unusual. It’s not even unexpected. But I have a space on the couch, my perfect nesting space to settle in and watch TV and work on my current-yarn project. And Riker was in it. Never Orion, he likes the other end. The girls and I always… Continue reading “Move somewhere!”
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The weight of the burden
It had the greatest of hopes, my 4th of July plans. Surprise the kids with a movie (The Little Mermaid! So good!). Get the kids fast food for dinner since the place I wanted to go to was closed. Small dinner, after sharing 2 giant popcorns. Then I thought “hey, let’s go to the playground… Continue reading The weight of the burden
The fun expense
I want to give my kids the world. Every parent does, the good ones deep down inside. It's built into our "I want to be a parent" DNA. But adults live in the world, while children live in a world (at least for a while) that their parents create for them. Children haven't learned about… Continue reading The fun expense
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
Helena Handbasket
I've decided I'm not meant to know what the date is for any given day in December. Charlotte had a birthday party last weekend for one of her besties. The invitation has been front and center on our fridge since October/ early November. I bundled the kids up on Saturday, packed some snacks for the… Continue reading Helena Handbasket
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
37 years young
Theoretically, there are two days of the year I wake up happy and early- Christmas and my birthday. Both have changed in the last couple years. Tomorrow is my birthday! Thank you for the well wishes. I completely forgot it was coming, more than just a “my birthday is soon” because I was preparing for… Continue reading 37 years young
Dirty sock kind of tired
I found a single, dirty, white and black kid-sized Disney sock in my purse this morning. If that's not a sign of parenting I don't know what is. You know that feeling when you find money in your winter coat after not wearing it for months? This is the opposite of that feeling. The most… Continue reading Dirty sock kind of tired
Weighted blankets and pool time
Part 1: “So help me God we are outside and you are in a pool so stop wigging out about every bug you see!” That’s what I wanted to yell earlier. I was outside with the kids, sitting in a well worn and partially broken camp chair, supervising play in the new pool, much bigger… Continue reading Weighted blankets and pool time
Solo Mom of Tiny & Loud Dragons 