I should probably introduce myself in the normal way. You know… Laced with some opening “Hi, how are you’s” and other such pleasantries. But I just can’t. I just can’t do it. I have to do me as me and write as I write. Here goes: Here I am. Doing what I do. It’s 10:00 […]
Calling all potty trainers!
Yes! I’m looking at you hiding behind the sofa.
I see you because i’m right there with you.
I’m about to start training the fourth and final toddler.
Even though I’ve done this a few times, each child is different and there’s always a certain amount of “misses” that go with the territory.
For years, I felt the voice inside of me, but didn’t have the life experience to say anything of true depth or value.
That is, until our kids came along and suddenly, the voice bubbled over. In real time, that voice in my head will not stop as I play back each slack-jawed parenting spectacle and add my own commentary.
I’m sure there’s some medication for that, but all the “Greats” are a little crazy and I’m going to run with it. Call it therapy, call it a purging… but I am called to write.
What had I just agreed to???
I looked down at myself. I had on my robe for gosh sake’s. I couldn’t even find the motivation to put on real clothes. My throat was sore, my nose was stuffy and I had sweated through a fever all night.
I was standing in front of my kids’ piano teacher’s house and Josh just ran past me to get in the car. We do lessons before school and Thursday was his day.
But don’t let the high-brow tongue-twisters fool you.
I like the low-brow ones too.
Sometimes there’s no other description for something other than a good, old-fashioned epithet.
And let me tell you- I have never reached for them so much as after the little people entered my life.
What a great start. The morning was so full of hope… and promise. The two boys at home (after Josh left for his piano lesson) came down the stairs and each one curled up next to me on the couch and we looked at the twinkling Christmas tree lights. “I love you mom,” said Sam. […]
There is a point at which, (and for some of us that’s multiple times a day) we become acutely aware of our own idiosyncrasies. And nothing brings that into sharper focus than interacting with those from another culture.
Especially we Americans.
*Sam & TJ looking out the window to our front porch* Sam: “MOM LOOK!! THERE’S A CAT ON OUR FRONT PORCH!!” Me: “REALLY??? Let me see.” *I look out the window* Me: “Sam. That’s OUR cat. The one who has lived here for 13 years.” ***** I can’t explain this other than the cat doesn’t come out much because it doesn’t […]
*Me calling upstairs to Sam* “Hey Sam, what are you doing up there?”(I knew the answer I just needed a song and dance intro) *silence* Me: “Sam, bring you and your computer down here right now.”*Sam comes down looking guilty* Me: “Sam, you know the rules about your computer. You just broke them. That’s some big disobedience with consequences […]