Tired, a.k.a. dirty pavement love.

Sometimes you have a great blog post planned… Like, really great… But along the way stuff gets in the way, so you find yourself overwhelmed, overtired, over-caffeinated, and under-appreciated at the pity party called Low Ebbing, Table for 1. (Check, please.) So when your youngest takes an unexpectedly awesome midday nap while your middling decides she wants to work on a project in her room- alone- during the hour before your eldest needs to be fetched from school, you take {Read More}

Parenting fail: Park outing edition.

Sometimes you’ve just gotta pick up what the universe is laying down, you know? And sometimes it takes a blinking neon sign to the face to get me to realize that I’m being a little, well, crazy. Case in point: The other morning I woke up and thought, “Jeez, there’s a week and a half left of summer vacation. I really need to finish the items on the bucket list I promised everyone we would not be keeping this summer.” {Read More}

Saturday night date: E.R. edition.

I had this great post all plotted out- it was going to be whimsical and hilarious, detailing how my family experienced an elusive unicorn of a weekend, with no actual plans. Which is pretty much the bloggy equivalent of saying how lucky you are, how nothing bad ever happens to you. On Saturday morning, Nora had a tooth situation. More on that later. Because an hour after Nora’s tooth situation was resolved, I began to get shooting pains in my {Read More}

Return Of The Minivan: The Condiments Strike Back.

Apologies for the nonexistent Monday post. During the time that I’d usually be publishing the Monday a.m. blog, we were careening somewhere across New York. Or maybe it was Pennsylvania by that point. Definitely not Ohio, and years away from being Indiana or Illinois, end-of-journey-wise. Here’s what I’ve learned about trekking halfway across the country in a minivan with three kids, aged 5.5 and under: Don’t do it. Stop. Why are you still thinking about it? Don’t be a jerk. {Read More}

Time Travel And No Take-Backs.

So, last night P.J. and I decided to watch a movie while folding Mount St. Laundry and eating the copious amount of candy he had procured by running down our alley to Walgreens- because a) we live entirely too close to easily runnable locales and b) I will forever and ever Amen be married to a teenaged boy. I’m a hard sell on most movies; in fact, I have a tough time committing to anything with a run time of {Read More}

He Left For A Week.

Last Monday, P.J. left town for a business trip. In Toronto. For a week. I had been nervous- not about our kids or their transpo or my work or the household in general…but about all of those things. Together. If I had felt frazzled when he was here, what the heck was gonna happen when he was across country borders and on an international calling plan? (Which, if I might be such a jerk to mention, was the plan I {Read More}

Hurry Up And Slow Down, (AKA Please Let Me Be Better Tomorrow).

Multitasking with little kids underfoot is an unfair, thankless, contact sport. It really just is. Because no matter what I’m feeling, thinking, or wanting in this season of my life, there will always be at least three small people needing to eat (again?!), needing to be reminded to not stand on the table (looking at you, Blondie), and needing to physically be moved from location to location. All. Day. Long. Wiping the same portion of the same (shockingly not spotless) {Read More}

Four Useless (Yet Awesome) Superpowers.

Superpowers. We all have ’em, even if you were previously unaware of your own superbness. Unfortunately, they’re not all crazy-marketable skills. In fact, some are downright useless. I’ll share a few of mine: Useless Awesome Superpower: Lip-reading. Why it’s awesome: Due to childhood hearing issues, I became quite good at reading lips across rooms. The ability to know what everyone’s saying? World domination! Why it’s useless: It really only works for folks whose speech patterns I’m already superbly familiar with. {Read More}