When I pictured the life of a stay-at-home parent, I don’t think I pictured so many clothes. The Laundry-Sorting Room (AKA my bedroom) is covered in pants, shirts, underwear, socks, a skirt or two, dress shirts, a lone pair of tights, towels, sheets, blankets, and children. The boys’ bedrooms are equally carpeted in garments, though not … More The Children’s New Clothes
I’ve read that finding happiness in life can be a matter of lowering expectations. I haven’t got much lower I can go with that, so has anyone else got any ideas?
“I’m so excited to fold clothes and wash dishes!” -said no mother, ever. And yet, my husband wonders why I can’t drum up any excitement to get out of bed in the mornings.
“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…
A short time ago, the plumber needed to make a house call. Given that our domicile is only five years old, we’ve had (in my opinion) an inordinately large number of maintenance appointments. -And, none of the children has flushed worse than wet wipes (knock on wood). Up until this visit, I’d had the house … More Writing Gaps