A sleeping house. Even the dog has given up, drooped, dropped, draped himself over the dog bed, chin on paws. Jack breathes heavily, covers thrown off. I will join them. After band practice tonight, at which I would have lingered for another hour if I hadn’t been keeping my sister (sister slash babysitter, when…
Chaaaaaaange is Scaaaaaaaary
I am living in someone else’s house now. That’s what it feels like, anyway. This is a small house, one sans closets, with walls made out of cardboard and crap carpets and a tiny washer/dryer that runs 24/7 to keep up with the diapers. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve performed the complicated…
One of Those Moments in Parenting, Brought To You By Gr@co's P@ck n Pl@y
It’s been a rough week, logistics wise. I thought my husband leaving town for the last trimester of my pregnancy was hard, but man this two week trip is draaaaaaagging. It’s easier in a way, because I don’t have time to, like, miss his sparkling presence from my day – I’m too busy missing his pair…
Ideas about Performance
Bear with me while I go all boring on you here. I’m commenting on another blog – one I love, about ideas, much bigger and more sweeping stuff than my little keep-the-grandparents-updated journal here – and we’re having an online comment discussion about performance in business. How do we measure people’s performance? How SHOULD…
My Mind Is Losing Its Capacity to Boggle
A woman we just hired just informed us she is halfway through a pregnancy. She’d been facing a layoff at her former company, and her move here made total sense. We chased her, sought her, and were thrilled when she accepted. I found out she was pregnant and bought her a little teething ring at…