The Reluctant Grownup

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…