Tag Archives: saying yes
Forward Movement
So I’ve been MIA the past two weeks, haven’t I? That’s due in part to the Orthopedic Nightmare’s surgery–which went just fine, by the way, save for that zombie-like scar on his throat–and in part to the fact that The … Continue reading →
More about Play
So the other night I was on the phone with my dad and he said, What’s The Boy doing this summer? And I told him, feeling very pleased with myself, about the many exciting camps The Boy has planned, in … Continue reading →
Ask and It Is Given
I used to like summer. When I was nineteen, summer meant no classes and lots of beach time and part-time jobs carefully scheduled so as not to interfere with said beach time. Then I got a little older and I … Continue reading →
Filed under "Vacations", Surprises, The Boy, Writing
Tagged as death, euphemism, euphemisms, manifestation, saying yes, summertime, voices in my head, what I love, writing
Brenda Lunch
Yesterday I woke up with The Boy and cooked him breakfast and read him books and when he asked if I wanted to play I said, Sure. So he got out these giant trucks and the bin of Matchbox cars … Continue reading →
Filed under Et cetera, Food, The Boy
Tagged as education, food issues, perfectionism, saying yes, veggie boxes
Christmas Piss
So on Friday I was sitting at my desk and I had kind of an epic headache, probably because I’d eaten peanut M&M’s for lunch, and my husband called to say he was coming home later than he’d expected. And … Continue reading →
Filed under Animals, Holidays, Stress
Tagged as bad dogs, fantasy boys, fat beagle, food issues, holidays, Santa Claus, saying yes, super hot guys
Have Sanity, Will Travel
I am not a traveler. I don’t mean that I’m not well-travelled. I don’t like to travel. If you have children, you agree with me. Oh, you’ll tell me all about how much fun you had at Disneyworld over the summer and … Continue reading →
Filed under "Vacations", Stress, The Boy
Tagged as holidays, orthopedic nightmares, parenting, saying yes, space
