by Mir | Sep 15, 2004 | Offspring: ecstasy and agony
So tired. Need more tea. And sleep. But sleep is unavailable, so I’ll make do with tea. Went to bed too late. Fell asleep; woke to a small boy at my bedside. “I’m poopy! Clean my butt!†I am so using that against him when he’s a teen. Cleaned, changed, and...
by Mir | Sep 14, 2004 | My name is Grumplestiltskin
(A drama in way too many parts.) Part One: May-ish: An auto insurance premium notice arrives, with a due date in July. I am horrified at the amount, but reason that surely it must be the premium for an entire year. Nope; it’s the payment for only 6 months. I...
by Mir | Sep 14, 2004 | Offspring: ecstasy and agony
This morning started out like most other school mornings: Monkey came and had his snuggle and play time in bed with me, and once we heard Chickadee’s alarm, we went to get her up. She didn’t want to get up (shocking). She was too tired to get dressed...
by Mir | Sep 13, 2004 | Offspring: ecstasy and agony
pick·y: adj. Excessively meticulous; fussy. I thought I knew picky. I thought I knew picky eaters. And then, I met my son. It is at the core of maternal urges to nourish one’s young. My youngest has stymied my attempts from the beginning. He had multiple...
by Mir | Sep 13, 2004 | What do I do all day?
Well, okay. They’re not particularly murderous. Nor did they go away, say, on a short jaunt to the beach or something, and then unexpectedly return. Basically, there’s just been a huge honkin’ sack of apples sitting on my counter ever since we went...
