Making my kids hate me one post at a time.
A million particles of cosmic riffraff dance in the first rays of morning sunshine creeping their way through my bedroom blinds. Even half asleep, seeing it makes me afraid to breathe in. These thoughts and my deeply furrowed brow might brand me a philosopher in your eyes. But no. It’s just a hangover. And it’s […]
As most of you know, I’m rather fond of writing about my husband. You know, things like how I can’t understand a single word out of his mouth, and how I have to go to dramatic lengths to get him home from work on time, and how I test out his level of psychosis with […]
A few days ago I was “doing research” on Pinterest and almost drowned in a red sea of hearts and flowers. Seeing the plethora of Valentine’s related pins made me start wondering — does this day of love obsession belong to the woman only or are the men into it too? My first thought was […]
I’m not one of those women who hates football. But I do hate Pro Football. In fact, when the SuperBowl is on in my house this Sunday, I’ll be way more interested in the ads than the game. Other things I’ll be way more interested in? The US Weekly on my lap, the buffalo wings […]
A certain sad-sack once rescued a forlorn tree from certain Christmas oblivion, giving it a home and a single ornament to call its own. When Charlie Brown saw that sad, lonely tree, it spoke to him and he knew it was meant to be. This year, a tree spoke to my husband. Just like that. […]
Last week, my friend Mike presented us with a brand new What He Said entry called 10 Things I’ll Never Understand About Women. He made some good points but you know there’s no way I can leave that kind of thing unanswered. So just for you, Mike and also for the vast number of women […]
Hellions. Curtain-climbers. Tasmanian devils. These are just a few of the ways I occasionally refer to my wild boys. They’re the reason I look like I’ve been rolled in meth and tied down in a giant cage of drug-addicted rats by 5 o-clock every day. But the funny thing is (and by funny, I mean funny […]
“Eye,” the baby says, shoving his chubby little finger into my eye socket. “Eye!” I grab his finger and gentle-up his prodding. “Yes, eye,” I say. I point at mine. “Mommy’s eye.” I point at his. “Meyer’s eye.” He smiles with pride at his accomplishment. “Where’s mommy’s nose,” I ask. “Nooooose?” Drawing it out, inflection […]
