kaos
This week I get something magical and special. Two Fridays. For a stay at home mom I have an odd schedule. Monday - Thursday is your normal thing for me. I try to go to bed at a decent hour, I get up early, get my daughter ready for school
family
I spent some time today with a good friend who shall remain nameless in order to protect her identity and her safety... and quite potentially her street cred. While we were together we talked about this that and the other thing, got pedicures, ate lunch. We were also really really
babble
I have to know, I really do. I need to ask and you have to tell me... Am I the only one putting stuff on my calendar for the summer? It started innocently enough. Marking the last day of school, noting the date of K's ballet performance. Writing
babble
When I was a kid I used to smoke tea. Yes, I know that's not what it's for, but none the less I did it. Cigarettes were expensive and hard to get, I was too lazy & scared to do drugs (yes you can be too
babble
When I woke up this morning at 6:30 it was to the demonic howling of Bob, my little green alarm clock. That sounds hateful, it really does... and there's a reason for that. I hate my alarm clock. Before you go getting any ideas about my alarm
babble
Monday in the wee hours of the morning when the sun had not yet risen my friend did something magical. Amazing. Incredible. She gave birth to a baby girl. While I curled up in blissful slumber with my beautiful (feverish) child and darling husband she was just a couple of
family
Every morning I carefully pack lunch for K. I reach up to the top of the fridge and grab her adorable Hello Kitty pink canvas lunch box. I pull her sandwich and snack containers out of the dishwasher or the cupboard and I fill her adorably overpriced (though very durable)
babble
I've been running around like crazy lately trying to get stuff done. Stuff for her, for him, for them, for it... very little for me. All sorts of stuff really. Errands, tasks, printing, thinking, singing, dancing, losing my voice. Well that last one wasn't on the
angry
Every school day we wake up early, get ready for school and then, with our neighbors from across the street, walk to school. K and the boy across the street have been in the same class since their first year of pre-school so this had been a routine for about
babble
Last night before I climbed into bed with my laptop and a stack of papers I needed to read and or type up I took NyQuil. I have a cold and I am trying to kick that cold before Friday night gets here so I don't sound/look/
kaos
Some of my earliest memories are of my mother sewing. She seemed to be able to make anything with her old white Singer. It had a special table in every house we lived in and at it she could make a new dress, fix a pair of pants, attire my
mommified
Rub a dub dub, Three men in a tub, And who do you think they be? The butcher, the baker, The candlestick maker. Turn them out, knaves all three! Do you remember that rhyme? For some reason it sticks in my head more so than any other I learned as