I’m beat. The lack of sleep and the germs from daycare and all of the running around is catching up with me. The seasons are changing and, unlike most of the population, when the Sun starts shining and the birds start chirping I don’t skip along joyfully smiling and sniffing the peonies. I sweat and sneeze and whine and wheeze. I do not feel rejuvenated … Continue reading Maybe This is How it Begins
I dropped my girls off at daycare the other day and watched two-year-old Toddler Grouch take of her boots and put them in the basket at the bottom of the closet. She unzipped her coat and laid it on the floor before grabbing a hanger off of the bar purposely positioned at half the usual height. She folded her coat’s arms around the ends of … Continue reading Moms Aren’t The Only Ones Out There Mothering
This time around I set out with the intention of running a marathon again. For awhile there, I didn’t think I’d be able to make it. I felt too weak. Too tired. Too busy. But, I decided that I wanted it, so I found a way to make it work. I’m not the skinniest. I’m not the strongest. I’m not the fastest. But, I do not … Continue reading The Purposeful Marathoner (The Purposeful Person)
There were so many people at my high school graduation party that June. I remember feeling surprised by how many there were, family members, friends, neighbors. I had the same feeling at my sixteenth birthday party. I didn’t understand why all those people were there to celebrate something I found so insignificant. I understand, now, as a parent, that the people weren’t just celebrating ME, … Continue reading So Lucky To Have Known Him
I am the luckiest lady in the world. I am healthy and happy and my biggest concerns are 100% of the first world variety. My problems are of the luxurious sort; my grief is the easy kind of grief. But no matter how much I believe that my grief is silly or my grief is selfish or my grief is self-indulgent, my grief doesn’t care. I can squash it down for … Continue reading Not a Whole Heart
In my head, I sometimes envision the relationship Mr. Grouch and I have to be like that of oil and vinegar. While the two are capable of meshing beautifully, each one’s flavors and textures complementing the other’s, they also have the natural ability to fight one another, slowly separating until jolted back together. The two of us are more than capable of arguing about anything … Continue reading When Easter Means More Than Easter
When I started this blog, I think the idea was just for me to start a new hobby: writing. I just felt like writing. But, other than catharsis, I wasn’t really sure what the point of the writing would be. I thought about what sorts of things I know a lot about or have a strong interest in, and I’m sort of all over the … Continue reading Sleep Studies Suck
I see you. I see you hiding behind your Facebook wall. Silent and purposefully not “liking” the photos of my babies. I see you rolling your eyes and saying out loud how annoying it is that my profile picture is of my children and not of me. After all, you are friends with me, not my kids, you don’t want to know what’s new with … Continue reading I See You: An Open Letter to All The Future Mamas Struggling With Infertility
My good pal over at Sammiches and Psych Meds signed up to attend her first blogging conference at Blog U this summer and she’s trying to get me to go with her. Apparently things get way more formal than one might assume and bloggers bring business cards and writing resumes, hoping to make connections and sell themselves. The thing is she’s actually a real blogger … Continue reading My Blogging Resume: I Probably Shouldn’t Waste Money on Fancy Paper
“Whats that?” She reaches out and touches my bare breast. She grabs my nipple. I’m not a Naked Person but I haven’t made an effort to cover myself in front of my daughter. Bodies are bodies and there’s nothing shameful about them and there is value in her seeing a normal woman’s human form, even if she only remembers it subconsciously. She’s only two. I … Continue reading “But, Mine Don’t Look Like That!” Responding to My Daughter’s Body Image Questions
A Morning Grouch 