A Letter to My Mother, On the Anniversary of Her Death
I used to have this thing, where I was too embarrassed to mention you for fear of making people feel uncomfortable. I mean, death is awkward and depressing. But I’m over that now. When it comes to lives, you certainly lived a wonderful one. When it comes to kindness, selflessness, intelligence and humor, I can’t think of many…
“to extend or expand beyond a safe or reasonable point” Tuesday morning, 5:30 am. Mommy…mommy…you can hear the whispers. As you pry your groggy eyes open(ish) through the ridiculously early morning darkness,you make out what appears to be your 3-year-old pleading for some grapes…peeeeeeez. You stumble your way to the kitchen, tripping over a scattering of Tonka trucks and…
That mortifying moment your 3-year-old busts out his first four-letter word. And you know exactly where he learned it from…you. We’ve all been there. Don’t lie. You know you have, too. We do our best to keep it clean around innocent ears, but every once in awhile (daily) things might slip out that would make even…
We’re watching the Never Ending Story while folding the Never Ending Laundry.
To the Mommyless Moms on Mother’s Day
For 19 years, I was lucky enough to have the most amazing mom ever to have lived on this earth. That’s her in the photo, wasn’t she ridiculously beautiful? I always loved the colors in the background, the silver lining around the Pacific waves that somehow emphasize the honey highlights in her hair. See, beautiful,…
From One Exhausted Mom to Another
Hey girl, I feel your pain. The pure exhaustion is setting in, taking over every part of you. I feel. your. pain. Today’s one of those days you’re so tired that if there was a breathalyzer for delirium, you’re pretty sure you’d blow a million point a million.
My oldest boy is learning to write. He can’t quite get those tricky w’s, and he writes his sixes backwards. Right now, he loves homework. I mean not just a little, when he’s sent home with an assignment, it’s like Christmas morning for this kid. He cries if we can’t make it to a school…
These Children’s Books Are the Worst
Like most moms, I spend a lot of time reading children’s books. Every night we glide through sleepy rhythmic cadences, while smirking at the hidden educational lessons masked as silly little rhymes. But every once in a while, a book comes along that makes me wish my vocal chords had been severed.
It’s been a while, I know. I apologize for the distance, er, the lack of distance logged rather. But I promise, stupid dear RunKeeper app, to make it up to you with miles upon miles of record-breaking sprints power walks. They say absence makes the heart grow fonder, and I’ve definitely found that to be true.…
Mommy’s Crabby: What Not To Do Next
Mommy woke up on the wrong side of the bed today. You know, the bed I share with daddy, the dog and now your wiggly 2-year-old brother who refuses to rest unless his hand is lying somewhere on my sleepy head.