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!”
Tag: single parent
Jinks Daycare
Before we had kids, Bob and I said we wanted three- more than two and less than four. Any more than 4 sounded insane. But the transition from one kid to two was enough that the third child was nixed. I even had an “in the belly name” ready- Charlotte’s was Charlemagne, Paige was Attila,… Continue reading Jinks Daycare
My Voice
I am a mom of children who were small and are constantly growing and pushing the boundaries of what I want to control. I am a widow of a man who died of cancer before we were old. I was a wife who always doubted her ability to be a "good wife" because I would… Continue reading My Voice
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
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
Something to write about
The blog is 2 years old. An outlet to process my grief has become a full idea, hashtag, and mom identity. Who knew it would have such sustainability? (Also, hooray! Wait... hooray?) In my writing class on Monday I was struck by the thought that I didn’t write a lot before Bob died. I wrote… Continue reading Something to write about
Sunny morning
“Mom, can you make breakfast?” My oldest asks me. The question seems innocent enough. I’m sitting on the side of the couch playing a “relaxing” game/app, my head resting on the arm that’s bent on the edge of the couch. Easy enough. My mind starts to load the morning questions. What should the girls have… Continue reading Sunny morning
Pull the girl card
You never realize you need new windshield wipers until it’s pouring rain and you suddenly can’t see. Luckily in my case it was the passenger side and not the driver’s side, but when was the last time you got new wipers? I used to ask Bob for them for Christmas, because he’d get me the… Continue reading Pull the girl card
Solo Mom of Tiny & Loud Dragons 