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Identity Crisis
I’m not who I think I am. My identity is a fraud. Sort of. Well, that’s not entirely true. I know who I am, but apparently I am also someone else. Or rather, someone else wants to be me. I’ll explain. In the midst of a very busy afternoon, a disturbing piece of mail is presented to me via the in-laws, who happen to live across the street. Apparently, a Verizon bill has arrived to their address, with a name technically similar to mine. And apparently, a brand new Blackberry has been purchased, along with a nifty new phone & text plan. Cool, right? If it’d been ME that actually…
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How Do You DO It?? Part 1
As you know, I have lots of kids. And when people find out that I have six kids, I receive one of two responses: 1. “God BLESS you!” (This can either mean “Wow! That’s AWESOME!”, or “I really hope God DOES bless you, because you’ll need it.” 2. “How do you DO it??” I have a variety of answers to that, depending on my mood. But the truth of it is, like other moms with less kids, I do the best I can. I muddle through- some things work, some don’t. I adapt and re-adapt. I cry. I scream. I swear under my breath. On good days, when things are…
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It Just Doesn’t Add Up
Yesterday was one of the first nights in awhile where only two of my older three kids had math homework. One of them didn’t, because she had a unit test in math. Thank God. Because after the previous night’s study session, I’m doubly appreciative of the break from math today. I don’t know if said child passed the test. And I’m not sure that I would have, either. Yeeeaaah. Math. Ugh. Confession to make: I’m math-phobic. I’m terrible with numbers. Absolutely horrendous. While I adore words- both reading them and writing them- having to use numbers is enough to put me into a cold sweat. Right now, an indignant math lover…
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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…
