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98% housework

So I was complaining on Facebook the other day about how I spend 98% of my day doing housework. Being home every day with a two-year-old and a four-year-old and I don’t know, it just explodes. Entropy, chaos.
Legos everywhere, crumbs on the coffee table, marker on the couch*, small bits of paper under the dining […]

You can’t make this stuff up.

So I’ve been growing zinnias this summer. Cubic yard after cubic yard, all zinnias. Yesterday, we’re hanging out en famille in the front yard and Owen is checking out my garden, telling me what to dig up and move and what to save. Very helpful, that four-year-old. He spots a beautiful pink zinnia and I […]

Nightly routine

It is impossible, and I think you’ll agree with me, to check on them and tuck them in at 11 p.m. and not tear up a little, thinking of the yawning gap between the mother you wanted to be and the mom they ended up getting. Their faces all odd and smooth in sleep, their […]

Upper and lower fun zones

The boys spent their first night in bunk beds last night: Owen up top and Mac down below. I was a nervous wreck, sleeping with one ear open for any ‘thunks,’ but they both did fabulously.
The beds are hand-me-down’s from Iain’s family. Owen has been talking for ages about getting bunk beds, and Cormac […]

In which I play hairstylist

Yesterday, as I was brushing my teeth, Cormac grabbed the mousse from the bathroom counter, indicating that he wished to apply a little product to his bedhead. So I dispensed a little fluffy white goop into his palm, and he immediately slicked it onto his hair, in the manner of a 50’s greaser. The kid’s […]

I would RTFM if there was one

Nearly four years after they sent me home from the hospital with one, I still wonder why I was allowed to have children. I have no idea what I’m doing. Not to mention: being in charge of someone else’s childhood? Is a total buzzkill.

A good reason to stash Ziplocs in the car

Sometimes you find yourself on your knees in a McDonald’s bathroom, wondering how on earth you ended up on such a dirty floor doing something so gross.
In my case, the chain of events went something like this:
Girl meets boy, they fall in love, marry, and have two children. Girl picks up son from preschool, stops […]

I’m a little slow on the uptake

I have been thinking a lot lately that my Self of 10 years ago would probably have punched my Self of today for being content puttering around the house, SAHMing and whatnot. (Though she would have playfully punched me on the shoulder for finally learning to knit — you should have seen the scarf I […]

Holy ad nauseum, Batman!

Ah, you remember Halloween, don’t you? My kids won’t let me forget it.
Every morning, as soon as breakfast is done and they’ve played with all the toys in their room, the boys come running up to me with their Halloween costumes in hand, begging me to help them dress up. It’s way cute, honestly.
But […]

That’s unheard-of in this house.

I’m going to tell you this, but you have to promise you won’t get jealous.
You know how the kids always wake up between 6:09 and 6:15? Usually screaming their fool heads off about something, so that your dreams are pierced by a sound far worse than any clock-radio could produce?
Yeah. This morning I didn’t get […]

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