Hello friends. I’m sorry i haven’t written in a bit. Things have been … extra… as the kids say. Work reorg (huge). New school year. Family obligations. Weekend travel. Swim lessons. Many, many days off for the kiddos due to Jewish holidays (not blaming you, my Jewish friends, but could you move the major holidays…
We’ve reached the wild point of summer; things always seem slightly feral at this point of the year. Even the children are weedy. Their hair (although we just cut it) is long and wild; I feel like I’m cutting their fingernails every other day. Their summer clothes I bought 4 months ago are tight and…
I’ve reached the point of summer where all I do in regards to parenting is shrug.
I’m writing this to you 3,000 feet in the air while watching The Greatest Showman (Nat: This would be much better if Hugh Jackman suddenly turned into Wolverine mid-routine).
I realized I’m pretty much constantly “on edge” around my kids every single time we’re in public together without Nat.
It feels like such a luxury to be doing something outside at night together. (And really, between paying for lessons and babysitters and timing, it is a luxury.) But it’s so fun and freeing and good to be doing this.
The beauty of summer Fridays.
Things are lazy.
My Mother’s Day.
That we could go bike riding. Actually, I have always kind of forgotten about this. Because Sam never really rode a bike. He’s always been the tallest kid in the room and by the time he was mentally ready to ride a bike, he was too big for the bike for his age group (for…
I’m going on a week-long work trip, by far the longest I’ve ever left my little family and am feeling a variety of feelings (“feeling a variety of feelings” — how is that for good writing?).
I want to set fire to my entire closet. I hate every single article of clothing I own. All my shoes. My socks. My underwear. Everything.