On Tuesday, the first really chilly day, I put a pair of nice, new gloves on Sam’s hands.* I bent down to look Sam in the eyes, so he would know I was serious. “Sam,” I said, “Do not lose these gloves.” He looked sweetly back into my Stern Mom Face™ and said,…
The other day, before bedtime, I was doing dishes and cleaning up, per usual and my beautiful children were on the couch watching SUPER WHY!. While I was picking up yet another shoe, I looked at my children and thought, “Why am I doing this?” I dropped the shoe and said, “You’ve had a nice,…
I’ve reached the point of summer where all I do in regards to parenting is shrug.
We’re in the thick of summer camp season at the moment.
How did this automatic dishing out of small food stuffs become such a huge part of parenting?
Meatloaf once sang “I will do anything for love, but I won’t do that.” For me, “that” in regards to my children, means, “go on a field trip as a chaperone.” Since he could talk, Sam has been after me about being a chaperone on a field trip. Tomorrow, he has a field trip where…
In which I go to the doctor.
Here are some shots of things I should be cleaning instead of writing this.
A story told in Gifs.
In which I look terrible. But also tell the truth.
Do you ever wonder how many times a day you bend over and pick something up off the floor? I do. It must be a hundred, don’t you think? A hundred on weekends, maybe 25 or so on the weekdays when my kids are at school / daycare and we are out of the house….
Here’s how I did it.