*very boring, whiny bar complaint post below. I make no excuses – this falls under the “therapeutic” category of blog posts – but I do offer you this opportunity to bail.* I’ve reached the “mild panic” state of bar studying. I have a certain way of preparing for things, but it requires time, which I…
Category: Jack
Peace
I have been granted by my generous family a full day in the house child-free, during which time I am attempting to catch up on bar bri. (Three days behind. Already. Cursed move.) I’ve listened to two lectures and taken lots of notes so far. It’s important that I use this time, but since the…
Splash
Whenever it rains in New Orleans, the streets turn into swimming pools. The boys, along with our upstairs neighbor, donned boots and puddle-stomped, while I supervised them and also a morning yard sale. So this morning was a fairly successful group yard sale – we made over $100 total, and got rid of a number…
To Throw a Birthday Party
I am surfacing briefly, gulping some air before diving back down into the miserable, murky sea of finals week, in order to bring my eldest son’s adoring fans a few pictures from his now long-past birthday party. It was, you will soon gather, not without roadblocks. We had rented a pavilion at this lovely park in…
A Big Boy
“I don’t wanna put my pants on, Mama,” he whines at me, plaintive, annoying. He is literally dragging his feet, and every other part of his body – hands slack at his sides, fingers stubbornly refusing to flex and grip the gray corduroys that slide down his lap onto the floor. I grit my teeth,…