Husband and I both used to work in theatre. Yes, that’s theat-re as in the artform, though Husband currently works in the theat-er with an “er” to mean the building. When you tell people you work in the theatre field, several things happen. Here are really common responses to that vocation revelation: “How fun! I… Read More Theater Widow Weekend
Here’s how I cook dinner for my child:
Get four frozen nuggets from a bag. These are the ones with the hidden veggies and this is the only kind he will eat more than two of. … Read More Cooking Dinner
Hi. I’m a grown woman who gave herself a black eye with a car door last night. While the responsibility of my injury doesn’t rest solely on me (there was snow, a full moon, and my menstrual cycle all at play), I do feel really silly. Who gets a black eye? A middle-aged black eye?… Read More Grown-Up Fun
“Oh sh!t, where’d he go?” He was just at the end of the picture frame aisle. I was distracted by the signs reading “40% OFF!” and went into a reverie about all the unframed pictures I had at home. Was I doing them a disservice by allowing them to languish, unframed, in various places? Am… Read More Lost in the Craft Store
I thought the term “threenager” was a joke or some hyperbolic catch-phrase that mom bloggers use. No, honey. Threenagers are real and they are exhausting… Read More Attack of the Three-nager!!!!
It’s the thick of the summer. July somethingth. I dunno. 25th? Dates have sort of lost their meaning in the quarantining. I looked at my face the other day and thought, “Ooh. What is wrong with my skin? Is the lighting weird in here or something? I look odd.” And then it hit me: I… Read More Pale Lady
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