My husband is odd. Apart from his many charming quirks, he knew exactly what he was going to be when he grew up -at THE AGE OF THIRTEEN. Some kids are still learning to self-feed at that age. I, on the other hand, had little clue. I’ve been pondering on the idea lately; because clearly I should … More What Do You Want to Be When You Grow Up?
“If only, if only,” the young mother sighs, “I did all the chores;” there’s hope in her eyes. She washes and foldses and relocates toys. She vacuums and bleaches and separates boys. “If only, if only,” the young mother shouts, “You’d not kill your brother when I’m not about.” She wrestles and time-outs and wait till … More If Only…
I read most of a book recently. The author recommended making time for what’s important. Clearly, he posited, if x was something worth fighting for, x should be top priority. May I be sexist for minute, and say what a guy thing that was to advise? His quote is just the thing my well-meaning husband … More What’s Important
“Everybody to the car!” Despite the regularity with which I yell this phrase, my offspring have yet to respond the way I expect. I think I picture immediate reaction, response, frenzy, and (obviously) obedience. I see myself picking up my purse and walking out to find four smiling boys all buckled and ready to go. … More Time Zones
Empties on counters and wrappers beneath me Dull, crusted skillets and Wet Wipes on Wheaties O’erflowing garbages dumping on me These aren’t a few of my favorite things. What is so difficult about cleaning up? Did I put the recycling bin all the way out the door that’s three feet away? Do you assume your hot … More Boxes on Counters and Warm Woolen Undies