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The tween has started yet another school. I know. But this is a good one. We tried public. It wasn’t for her. We tried homeschool. She got bored and I was too busy with the toddler. So now she’s in a Montessori school. She’s more confident and is challenged to face conflict as there are…
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We are home with a six week old baby girl. I have four kids. 17,11, almost 2, and a newborn. I can’t believe it. Four kids. And remember, I’m geriatric. Rob is back at work, but the days leading up to his first day I was nervous. Actually that’s an understatement. The man went through…
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It’s been a while. Mom died. Things kept getting messy. Work, family, kids. All of it needed to be sorted and sat with a bit. So now I’m home with a baby and my Rob trying to nurse a new little life, spend time with the one year old, keep the tween from growing up…
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My dad often tells us that mom knew it was really important to start traveling with us kids. She said before they knew it, we would be out of the house, so she wanted to make memories while she could. She had a travel agent, but her and our dear family friend Mrs. Roberts scoured…
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Sometimes life pulls the rug out. Other days it opens an antique door with a perfect stained glass window. I’ll explain. I love houses. I love OLD houses. I scroll away my stress on Zillow and Circa:Old Houses. I remember wandering through homes for sale around town with my mom, who also loved houses. One…
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Sometimes I forget that my writing is not mine alone. Let’s be clear. I’m pregnant. Very pregnant. Yesterday I was feeling all of my 28 weeks. I am also geriatric. Forty six and pregnant. It’s not easy. Thankfully I have Rob. He brings me chocolates when he runs errands. He is a super dad. He…
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My life isn’t really my own. People see me as flighty. Scattered. Not the brightest bulb. Someone who isn’t one to count on. One who is disorganized and discombobulated. I don’t dress well and I can’t make much work. But I am funny. So I’m good for a laugh. But don’t ask me about anything…
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I think my adrenaline has run out. Rob and I have been rowing our tiny boat against stormy seas for months, and now we are just bailing the water out and trying to stay on course. So my drive to just survive is gone and I can feel all the pain. I went to church…
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Yesterday was my moms funeral. Because Rob and I are both crippled at the moment, my sister set to planning it. It was beautiful. There was a trumpeter and amazing food and music. People from every stage of moms life filed in and gave hugs and cried along with us. My friends and their parents…
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We’ve been tied up in a shit storm the past few months. My husband had serious spinal surgery. Then he got an infection. Then he got pneumonia. Then I had heart failure. Then my mom died. Am I missing anything? In the midst of it all, I’ve cried and laughed and tried to make sense…