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Shock Value
The cold is here. I knew it was a matter of time before winter would come slamming its frigid way in. Despite being a native New Yorker, I approach each year’s arrival of freezing temperatures with angry denial: “What?? It’s… (cold, freezing, snowing, etc)?? But, I- just- I mean, I don’t understand.“ Don’t get me wrong- I’m very grateful for the warmer temperatures that lingered far longer into the winter season than they normally would; I felt like I’d been given a reprieve. But now that the cold has finally arrived, my deepest desire is to park myself permanently inside my warm house, and hibernate until the warmth of spring…
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Drowning In The Carpool
The first few days of school in September are ideal for walking to and fro school. The weather is typically delightful; we are still afresh with energy and enthusiasm for the brand spanking’ new school year. Donning their immaculate new sneakers and backpacks (and the triple stroller), we cheerfully embark on our brief walk to school. Fast forward about a week or two, when the shine has worn off. The sneakers are scuffed, the backpacks are heavier, and the enthusiasm has waned. Late. Every morning of recent weeks has been a car ride in the ole’ mom-mobile rather than a walk through the neighborhood. And even then, we cut it…
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Wigging Out
Now you know from my last post that we were away for a weekend recently, but reality hit HARD when we got back. There was one thing we (read, “I”) had neglected to remember while luxuriating in the Jacuzzi… THE WIGWAM. Before I begin my rant, I WILL say that there is no one to blame for this one but myself. Through fatigue, excited anticipation of a great weekend away, and a sprinkling of denial, I neglected to give not one tiny shred of thought to… THE WIGWAM. On the Wednesday preceding our little getaway, #2 unearthed an assignment sheet from her school folder, & jammed it into my hands.…
