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Last week was humming along smoothly, and then–out of the blue–my 8yo son started asking about the school shooting in Newtown, CT last year. This is how parenting works: you have to talk about the hard stuff, eventually. Usually with no notice that the conversation is about to happen. You don’t want to, but it’s [...]
After my 5yo’s teacher called me this morning, I had to write an email to a mom at my kids’ school today. Something happened between our kids, and I couldn’t keep my mouth shut. I wasn’t sure what to say, exactly. I didn’t know if I’d express myself as I wanted to. But I knew [...]
I know I’m not the only one who usually doesn’t look in her kids’ school bag until between 11pm Sunday night – 7am Monday morning, only to find that they had homework that involves glue & paint, need to bring in an Albino Dwarf turtle for Show & Tell, or I was supposed to bake [...]
Today is my kids’ last day of school. I’m a Stay-at-Home-Mom who can’t put them in camp all summer. They thrive on routine, love school, love seeing all their friends every day. Which means that once Summer Break begins in a couple hours, I am screwed. Here’s a little ditty I came up with that [...]
It all started with a simple question: Am I asking too much? And it ended with over 100 replies. Some were passionate. I heard Yes, No and Maybe. I heard stories about all sorts of dietary restrictions, allergies, intolerances, sensitivities. I was asked for more details, so the readers could give more informed opinions. I was [...]
A bunch of people saw my ass yesterday. You’d think I’d be used to this by now. But(t), usually when people see my ass I know it is about to happen. Yesterday morning, I heard a rip. I saw a little hole in the crotch of my linen pants. Meh, it’s not like I do split-leaps [...]
888 is the Magic Number. And by “Magic Number”, I mean that’s the number of waking hours of Summer that are approaching faster than a runaway train in a Denzel Washington flick. They are shooting towards me at hyper-speed, the brakes have failed, and I am sitting on the tracks paralyzed with fear. I can [...]