A terrible, awful, very good day
I was 2.5 hours late to work yesterday morning.
I took a kid to a doctor’s appointment in the morning. The appointment was a half-hour long and an hour round-trip from home, so part of my delay to work was planned.
Then, just as I was headed out of town for my 22-minute commute to work, my husband called. Whenever a conversation starts with “Where are you?” you know there’s a hovering shoe waiting to … Continue Reading “A terrible, awful, very good day”
You’re both winners!
When I was a child, my mother had the most irritating habit of ending any competition between my brother and me by exclaiming enthusiastically, “You’re both winners!” Jeff and I are intensely competitive, even now – perhaps because we could never settle who’d won anything.
Parenting is often a series of extremes, picking and choosing which things our own parents did that we embrace and which things they did that we patently reject. We tease … Continue Reading “You’re both winners!”
My dad is a former Marine.
There were lots of Marine-isms in our house growing up.
We know the Marine Corps Hymn.
We can “sir, yes, SIR” with the best of ’em.
We know the difference between a rifle and a gun. As in, “This is my rifle. *grab rifle* This is my gun. *grab your boy parts* One is for fighting. One is for fun.”
And we can salute. Both ways.