Sometimes the messes give me fits, the sticky notes folded up on themselves and tossed on a counter, the dried out half-leaf that stuck to someone’s shoe and now resides in the corner of the mudroom, the cup no one will claim that may live forever on the stage in the basement. When I walk...
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Category Archives: familynessWHAAA? It’s totally April, amigos. And I have been delinquent in a whole lot of my regular things. But I have such good reasons. Good Reason #1: I went to New York with Kids 1 and 2 and 7 other cute high school kids and a bunch of adult chaperones for a week of theatre... When my Kids were little, I heard my brilliant sister say these words to a starting-to-melt-down toddler (hers, not mine) : “You don’t have to worry about that. Just worry about breathing in and out. That’s your job right now.” And I went, “Huh? You can say that to a kid?” And then I hugged...  We went back to school today. Does that seem a little… sudden to anyone else? Yeah. Me, too. The Boy had a basketball game — 3rd grade league, coached by Husband. No keeping score. Except that our row (me, and his 3 older sisters) saw both of his awesome shots go in. And we cheered,... 1. Write. Yeah, nothing. 2. Publicly mock. I threatened to, but it never happened. (As in, Dear Beginning Drama Classes, When you read your parts in these plays, don’t be lame. If you are lame, we will publicly mock you.) 3. Totally humiliate my Kid 1. Oh, wait. Yes. I did. Over and over, apparently.... Guys, I didn’t actually fall over the edge of the world. Only because there’s no known edge. Were there an edge, I might have fallen. (I’ve decided not to commit to a daily list of grateful thingies this year, because I can’t be bothered to commit to anything non-requisite. You get me?) Instead I’ve fallen... So my Kid 2, who is fifteen and VERY good at it, asked me yesterday a question she asks on a fairly regular basis, but with more than usual desire for an answer. K2: What did you do without the internet? I mean, when you needed to know something. Me: Read a book. K2: I’m...  Hi, kids. I’m still here. Life is happening. And we love life when it happens. Les Miserables opened at my Kids’ high school last night. Remember that my Kid 1 played Eponine, the world’s best role for a teenage girl?[1] It was awesome. (Unless you didn’t wanted to hear the orchestra director counting through his... |