Oh boy you guys. It's that time of year again - the hap-happiest season of all! (If you didn't sing that line in your head, try again). It's the season of it being so fucking cold it literally hurts your face to walk outside. The one where it takes 127 hours to dress the kids [...]
I was out in the yard with Mia the other day and she had captured some kind of cricket-looking creature in her bug jar. "What is it?" she asked me. "A bug," I answered, holding the jar as far away from my body as possible. "I'm going to ask Yaya," she replied smartly. "She knows [...]
Mia started Kindergarten today. It’s the day she’s been waiting for, for years. Watching the bus go by from our living room window and asking me how many more days until she gets to ride it. It always felt like a someday, not a real day. But today’s the day. And my baby girl, the [...]
It’s hard to remember what life was like before. I mean it’s hard to remember what I ate for lunch today and where my kids are and who’s watching them so - it’s not surprising that I can’t remember things that happened 5, 6 and 7 years ago. But I’m pretty sure it was pretty [...]
Last weekend, against my better judgement, I went camping. I knew from the beginning it was going to be a total shitshow, because that's basically the definition of camping. But my husband was all - we're making memories with our kids - and I was all - we really can't afford to take them anywhere [...]
I've always said that I'm a working mom out of necessity. But not because of money. I mean, yes, because of money. But also because I would not survive 24 hours a day with my children. And neither would they. Stay-at-home moms you are something else. Truly. But just because I need time away from [...]
So I haven't written on here in forever. It's probably because I stopped going to therapy since I can't afford it (isn't America great?!) and so I'm way less self-reflective these days (which is a nice way of saying self-involved) and have been pretty much in maintenance (survival?) mode for the past 4 months. I [...]
