I remember as a teenager that my mother was often aghast and confused at the things I found fashionable. This seemed especially true whenever one of those trends was a throw-back to something she had an association with from her own childhood. When I went through a bohemian phase, I remember her asking me why I would want to dress like a hippie, the word hippie dripping off her tongue with the same contempt that one might use for the word pervert or cancer. I remember . . .
what would you love to outsource, and what would you do with the time?
One of my biggest learnings this year, as I’ve struggled to balance work and four kids and some semblance of order in my home, has been that I cannot do it all myself. In fact, when people ask my advice about being a working mom, it’s always the same: find a way to outsource some of your tasks. I think women have been trying for to long to enter the workplace and maintain the same level of “homemaking” that their stay-at-home mom friends are maintaining, and the result is that we . . .
last week in iphone photos (and an eviction update)
First of all, thanks to everyone for your feedback on our crazy tenant situation. It was a good motivator to have so many of you emphatically telling me to get her out, because I did waver a bit with feeling badly, wanting to help, BEING TOTALLY CODEPENDENT, etc. But as Mark said to me on Saturday, "We're just going to need her to have this life crisis at a location other than here." Anyways, with a little confrontation she did admit to hitting something with my car. She . . .
that’s what SHE said: back to school edition
It’s been interesting reading so many moms write about the back-to-school experience in the past few weeks. So many parallels to my own feelings. One aspect of motherhood seems universal: no matter where we live or where our kids go to school, we worry about how it will go for them. Here are a few musings on the kids going back to school. These are just snippets, click on the title to read the whole post. Nuts about peanut butter | Motherhood Uncensored: To me, having to . . .
what I want you to know: surviving an abusive relationship
What I Want You to Know is a series of reader submissions. It is an attempt to allow people to tell their personal stories, in the hopes of bringing greater compassion to the unique issues each of us face. If you would like to submit a story to this series, click here. Today’s post is by Misty. I want you to know that it didn’t start out as abuse. Let’s get real for a moment, shall we? Everyone puts their best foot forward when you begin to date someone. It is a gradual series of increasing . . .
how we came to have a potentially crazy person living in our backyard who more than likely wrecked my minivan
The last two days have been seriously, seriously bizarre, and I’m afraid we’ve found ourselves with a crazy person living in our backyard. A little back story: We have a small studio apartment behind our house. As I mentioned, previously we bartered the rental of our backhouse apartment for part-time nanny services. That didn’t work out so well, so I decided to put all of the kids in preschool 3 mornings a week, and figured we could leverage the backhouse for a housekeeper. We live . . .
flower girl for hire
India is dying to be a flower girl in someone's wedding. She asks me every single day when someone will finally pick her to be a flower girl. I think in her mind, this role is the childhood equivalent to being a princess. Which she is also really keen on doing. So, look. I'm just putting it out there. WE'RE OLD. Most of our friends are married already. Lots of them are already getting divorces even. It looks unlikely that . . .
how to make a good first impression (the montessori mortification)
Yesterday was Kembe’s first day at his new preschool. The Montessori thing is a bit new to all of us, and I will admit to being a wee bit intimidated by the whole thing. The school takes everything really seriously, from the strict packed lunch rules to the highly-specific uniforms to the class structure. Also . . . . there is not a single toy in the room made of plastic, or a recognizable Pixar character, or with any kind of battery-operated noise. The room sort of . . .
first day of first grade
Jafta had his first day of first grade today. I guess I'm supposed to be all weepy and sentimal about it, but honestly? I'm pretty happy that the school year is starting. This was a tough summer and I'm excited that I'll get a little quiet time in the mornings to work, and then be able to pick up the kids refreshed and ready to hang. It was also Kembe's first day at Montessori, and let me tell you, we made quite an impression. I'm going to have to wait to write . . .
last week in iphone photos
I really don’t know why we buy them toys. The kids love these freebie glasses from BlogHer. They are chillin’ at Veggie Grill, waiting for the fake meat that will make them cry. Freeze dance! I gave the kids one of my old camera to play with, and now they are as annoying as I am! India was really bummed that the grip tape for her skateboard only came in black. So she colored it pink when I wasn’t looking. A little liquid lunch from Jamba Juice. The . . .
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