Stress
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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…
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Son Of A Beach
It’s summer. On the East Coast. More specifically, an island surrounded by an abundance of great beaches. I adore the beach. I love everything about it; the grit of sand between my toes as I dig them in, the smell of the salt misting the fresh air, the crash of the waves against the shore. So how many times have I been to the beach this summer, you ask? None. Not once. Dare you even ask why?? Oh, I used to go. Especially before I had children. I’d throw my tanning oil (yeah. that’s right!), a spare towel, the latest People magazine, and my Walkman (I TOLD YOU. Before kids.…
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Bedtime: The 5 Stages of Grief
With six kids ages ten and under, bedtime blows. Seriously. Maybe because it’s summer. Probably also because The Captain works a lot of nights, too, so I’m flying solo on the bedtime routine. As much as I adore my babies- and I truly do- after an entire day of doing the single parent thing, I’m over them. This is what happens, daily. Like this. Only more so. 1. Denial: It’ll be fine. The baby’s sleeping now, so I have time to tuck the two little girls with a story first. But maybe I even have time to <insert fun, non-kid activity here. Like sitting down.> for myself since it’s still early. Maybe I’ll have them all…
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