I Was Judged Today and I Lived
Our avoidance of judgement is impossible. The first person to do it to me today was me. And I know the guy in the car did too.
Plague Parenting
I’ve been with my kids perpetually since March. Which means I have been their sounding board, their punching bag, and their home base. To maintain our family’s equilibrium, and my sanity, I’ve had to get even craftier about my parenting. Buying them things sometimes brightens the mood. Restricting screen viewing works occasionally. But what I’ve…
The City Girl
I barreled over the Chesapeake Bay on up the highway to my hometown city of Baltimore. On the way to meet up with some old friends and journey up to see another friend now living in Pennsylvania. I sped through the city. The quickest way through the city to my friend’s house was right…
Summer Drive
The fields are full. The corn is tall and as I drive through them, it’s like navigating a labyrinth. Walls where there were none weeks ago, soon to be gone again after you get used to them. Through the open window, it smells different. There’s a sweet rot smell giving over to patches of dirty…
Post Traumatic Toddler Disorder
Almost everyday, between the ages of one and two, I had to keep a constant ear out for my daughter’s distress call when she left my sight. I’d barrel forward in my day trying to accomplish my housework or do anything creative but I was always listening. At any moment I might have to drop…
Same Driver, New Route
It’s still me driving. And sometimes I’m at the wheel of the family van. Making choices for everyone. Children, husband, and myself, as well as various animals and extended family members. I can readily admit that just because I usually do it this way or that way doesn’t mean that’s the way I want to…
The New Puppy, I Mean Baby, Was Your Idea
On many a given morning, since the birth of our daughter, I’m in the kitchen trying to make breakfast, simultaneously managing lunch making and both children’s immediate needs. Sometimes I’m succeeding. And sometimes I’m overwhelmed as the baby is in the high chair lets me know very loudly she’s in need of something else. Right…
Crazy People Parents
The kids and I were in the kitchen as we usually are most days at some point. Fiona was in the playpen and Eamon was doing whatever 8 year-olds do in that spastic way that they do them. But Fiona wasn’t feeling like she really wanted to have her freedom restrained by that playpen. And…
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Oopsie Daisy Mommy
On the celebratory day of Fiona being 3 months old, it’s time to come on out and tell you that I am less than Super Mommy. I know you’ll understand dear reader. And now I’m gonna out myself. I just can’t stand it when someone is right about me being wrong. Especially when it comes…
