Top three signs you’re a Bad Mother – kindergarten is about to begin and…
Once upon a time, in the years BC (before children), the idea self-identifying as “someone’s Mom” was not just foreign, but distasteful. To identify oneself as nothing but the appendage of another, to be nothing but “Meena’s mom”, represented an abdication of self. I couldn’t understand why other women would do such a thing.
Did I do the right thing? I don’t know. It seemed to make sense at the time. Meena has started coming home with a rich variety of insults. Some are intended to be funny; references to “poo poo” figure prominently.
Last week I came up with a really great plan. I know people who lay out their workout clothes every night, so that they are ready to go in the morning. I decided to lay out my yoga mat, so it would be the first thing my feet touched when they hit the floor. What, […]
Top ten lists – everybody loves them. Everybody writes them. Someone else has probably already written this one. But here, nonetheless, is my modest contribution to the genre:
OMG, I’ve actually MADE SOMETHING FROM PINTEREST!!!
This weekend, while ζach was putting Boo down for her afternoon nap, I heard a strange sound coming from the basement. It sounded an awful lot like silence. As any mother can tell you, the only sound worse than “Bang! Ow! Waaaah!” is silence, so I went to investigate. This is what I found: About 90 […]
I can’t do it. I’ve tried, but I can’t refer to my husband as a Greek letter, like a frat house with bits missing. Just a couple of days ago, I introduced the family. Since then, I’ve tried writing posts using those names, and the “Zeta” thing just wasn’t working for me (I’m sorry, honey, […]
I thought it was time to introduce the fam. You’ve met them in various guises before; most recently as DH, Miss Bea, and the myopically-monikered Baby Em. Those were preceeded by the grandiloquent Girl the Elder and Girl the Younger (along, one presumes, with some mysterious gentleman in the background to engender the pair). But I’m […]
Six Word Friday: Stop & Go. Two kids nestled in the backseat, Trunk full of presents, carefully wrapped. Five hundred kilometers of road ahead, And a winter storm approaching. Naturally. Two kids sleeping in the backseat. At the same time? You jest. Then go, go, Go, Go, GO!!!!!! I have to go pee! SCREECH! (of […]