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: solo parent
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
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
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
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
Dirt and Hair
"Dig deeper." "I want to know more." "Tell me more about that." "Dig deeper." I try to dig but then I get tired and pull myself back out- haven't I dug enough? Aren't the pages and pages of dirt good enough? I can do better, my insides challenge. Keep digging. My coworker used to say… Continue reading Dirt and Hair
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
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
Solo Mom of Tiny & Loud Dragons 