Last week, I was felled by what I can only imagine was a troupe of rogue viruses performing experimental theater in my digestive tract. It lasted 24 hours, involved lots of weird noises, and made me nearly crap my pants, just like some of the best experimental theater in Manhattan today. My virus was not,… Read More Parental Guidance
What, a weekend? What a weekend! Husband and I had roughly 24 hours without Boychild this weekend, and it was many things: restful, anxiety-provoking, and fun. Let me explain. It was restful because I wasn’t awoken to “Mammaa. Mammaaa! Mammaaaaa! Wanna GET OUT.” Boychild wakes at 4:45, or 5am, but must stay in bed ‘til… Read More A Day Off
Should I lie to my dear only child and tell him that the presents his father and I selected and labored for actually come from a sneaky, smoking elf with type II diabetes?… Read More Christmas Cuckoos
Dealing with the terrible twos is like living with Genghis Khan. A tiny, adorable Genghis Khan. Oh, he’s slaying, riding horses (well, a pig with wheels) and he has weapons- tons of weapons. Just give him something- he’ll turn it into a weapon: cat toys, washrags, spatulas. He’s really been into fly-swatters lately, and cries… Read More Tiny Barbarian
It’s official. Boychild has a bad case of the yes/nos. He came down with it on or around his 2nd birthday and it’s really affecting all of us. We adults are confused, the cats are on edge- we’re all a mess. Thank goodness it’s not contagious, but it IS right annoying. The yes/nos are an… Read More The Yes/Nos
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