There is a half empty juice box in my hotel room fridge. As I pour a glass of wine for myself in a plastic tumbler, I’m standing eye to “eye” with a Tupperware container full of old, soggy peanut butter crackers. Two little baby washcloths are hung to dry over my shower curtain rod. Earlier…
This Post is Three Days Late
He turned one. It was terribly sad. Until it wasn’t. We had a few gifts, a few party hats, a few cupcakes. I had bought Liam three small gifts from a trip to the Aquarium earlier in the summer – no big deal, bought as afterthoughts, but as it turned out the only stuff I…
Wiggin’
Just this second, I’m feeling overwhelmed and out of control. Oddly, it has nothing to do with the job, which continues to click along at a breakneck pace, taking up virtually all of my time. Nope, it’s not the job – it’s my personal life that is wiggin’ me out. I have to begin a…
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I am home for the weekend. I have been living every second with the boys. Liam doesn’t sleep well. I am tired. Liam goes down for a nap. Jack is still awake, playing all by himself in the front room. I lie on the couch. I am mostly asleep in seconds. Soon I feel a…
My Baby, My Boy
In fourteen days, my baby will be one year old. People are asking me the plan for the first birthday. I’m working 12,13,14 hour days, his father is working endless days, we are in two different cities, relying on family to help with child care, spending buckets of money on gas and maintaining two households….