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Look What I Can(‘t) Do
My life is a lot easier when I remember which things I do well, and admit where I need help.
Recently, I made an awesome, fabulous trade that saved me hours and hours of time.
Abby had an important event at school. A really cool event, actually. Each middle school student picked a notable historical character to research as a cross-curricular project. There were language arts, science, and social studies components. The project culminated yesterday … Continue Reading “Look What I Can(‘t) Do”
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I have to wash my hair.
Greg and I have a large capacity for handling sick kids.
In the middle of the night, by just the light of the moon and an LED nightlight, we can change vomit-laced sheets, reroute children to new beds, stop bloody noses in less than 5 minutes flat, open up asthmatic airways, and correctly dose medications in syringes, droppers and spoons.
Our skills were honed the same way desperate parents throughout time have perfected their craft. … Continue Reading “I have to wash my hair.”
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The Hairried Truth
I’m not saying I have under-the-chin hairs.
Thick, black hairs that grow out of my lily white skin for everyone to see.
But, hypothetically speaking, if I did have under-the-chin hairs, I’d have to find time in my busy schedule to pluck them.
We moms are a busy breed.
We squeeze in things any way we can.
I, for example, can’t remember the last time I sat and watched an entire TV show without doing … Continue Reading “The Hairried Truth”
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Cocky or Confident?
This is a picture of my brother:
I’m using it without permission. I stole it off of his gmail status.
It’s not a very good picture. (Why are you using this picture, Jeff? You look like you’re being successfully hypnotized.)
I’m just calling it right now – I’ve already managed to make my mom really mad. What do you mean by ‘It’s not a very good picture?,’ she’s thinking. It’s a lovely picture. He looks … Continue Reading “Cocky or Confident?”
