Big Families
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‘Dem Bones
Bones. We decided, with an impulsive dash of insanity, to spend a day visiting the Museum of Natural History in the City. Of course I mean New York City. Yes, there are plenty of cities scattered across the country. And many of them are great. (So I’ve heard over the last ten years, anyway. I wouldn’t know personally, because if there is no drive-thru window to accommodate me, then… I’m not going there.) But to people in my parts, NYC is The City. Because we’re arrogant, or self-centered, or whatever it is people assume New Yorkers are. So be it! The Captain and I decided to take the kiddies into the city.…
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TGIF?!
TGIF, everyone! Remember how that used to mean something, before you had kids?? Yeah. Me neither. (It’s funny to me how although I can often mix up my days of the week, I’ll never get to Friday and assume it’s any day other than Friday. That one is always correct in my mental calendar.) Fridays always tend to stick out of the week because for most, they represent the promise of a weekend; two days away from the tedium of the workplace. Two days to relax, snack, perhaps nap. Maybe enjoy leisure activities. I’ve heard that people still do that… If you’re not a SAHM, that is. You know, a…
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Can I Get A Doctor?
I’m right here in the throes of it. Sitting here at the kitchen table, waiting for #3 to finish his math homework. Listening to #4’s blaring clarinet wails. Shooting coos of sympathy to the angry teething tyrant, who is muttering in annoyance in his exa-saucer. And in the background, the endless drone of Barney the Dinosaur on Netflix, declaring that the doctor is a friend of his. Not today. Today, the doctor is not a friend of mine. Today’s (mis)adventures actually started yesterday afternoon, when I had the alarming realization that #1 was quite overdue for a vaccination. A vaccination which is required by law, mind you, and our deadline…
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I’ve Been Schooled
I wanted to tell you about the first day of school, because that’s what all moms want to talk about. Some will tell you how heartbroken they are to gingerly place their baby into the school system. Others will jump for glee, fist-pumping their way onto the school grounds as their grumpy kids trudge behind. Myself? Both. Or neither. I dunno. I’m too damn tired to even know. I tried to be prepared and engaging that morning. Up early, steaming mug of coffee in hand, I cooked the requisite “first day back” breakfast (read: NOT cereal. Or granola bars. Or… bread.). Woke sleepy children, sweetly urging them to get dressed…
