This morning Jack and I were sharing the spare double bed in his room. He prefers to sleep perpendicular to his parents, for maximum parental discomfort and minimum parental sleep, so we only bed-share during illness or travel. He’s got a beast of a cold and cough right now, and last night was my turn…
Jack is on Strike
Sleep strike, that is. I don’t know why it is, but last night and then today’s nap, he is screaming the house down. He’s grumpy as all hell during the day, too, which makes us crazy. Today is one of those days I want to just sell him to the gypsies. I tried rocking him,…
Another Day, Another Canceled Class
So, the end of the semester will be a flurry of makeup classes if this keeps up! Because we have a babysitter now, I’m caught up in all of my reading through Thursday, so I’ll give myself a minute or three to write this Family Update. Next Wednesday is our ultrasound, when we find out…
Coming About
Well, it’s happened. The ship has turned. I can point my bow (stern? port? bow is the front, yes?) towards the future, any future. It is a coping mechanism, a survival skill finely honed from years of being tugged from one new home to another, and I am particularly good at it. But it takes…
I've been wondering what to say about Haiti
or if I needed to? The dilemma with a blog about boring daily life . . . in the face of such tragedy, its frivolity and pointlessness is coldly exposed. Then I read this, and thought – ha. There’s my blog.Here’s the letter, if you don’t like linky lous. Written from Satan to Pat Robertson,…