I'm sure it comes as a tremendous shock when I tell you that Hey, it's cold outside. It's not as though 1) it's cold absolutely everywhere, and 2) the news is all OMG HIDE YOUR CHILDREN IT'S THE COLDPOCALYPSE!!1!!! So yes, it's cold out. (In other news: Water is wet. Amazing!) It's so cold out, we didn't have school today. Today at Alpha Mom, I'm telling you why this is all my fault. And I'm only sort of sorry.
School started up again today, and this morning was pretty much a study in the different personality types in our household. I ran around at a frenetic pace, packing lunches and asking the same questions over and over ("Do you have..." "Did you remember..." "But what if you...") until Chickadee told me to "stop freaking out." (I did not, in fact, stop freaking out. I just tried to be a little less obvious.) Monkey bounced his way through the morning, communing with the dogs acting like today was no big deal at all, like he wasn't just heading off to high school for the first time or...
Happy New Year's Eve day! We are planning a schedule of complete debauchery today, as you might expect from party animals such as ourselves. Why, we're going to unload the dishwasher AND reload it! Later on tonight there might be popcorn! It's a veritable bacchanalia at Casa Mir. I'm not terribly sad to see 2013 go. 2012 was flat-out awful, so 2013 was definitely an improvement, don't get me wrong. But let's just say I hope 2014 brings further improvements. Or at least more sleep. Either way. Today at Alpha Mom I'm sharing why I do what I do to ring in the new year. No fancy resolutions or...
Today feels bittersweet---I've written my last post for Feel More Better, and I can't believe it's been two years. I'm a different person now than I was when I started writing there. But I still believe in their mission and think this idea of "finding your happy" may sound silly/light/fluffy, but is actually the key to everything. I'm so honored I got to be a part of it, and I know they'll keep on spreading love, challenging stereotypes, and calling bullshit where appropriate. As for me, I'll keep on working on myself, but I'm grateful for the lessons I'm learning, however slowly (I am a...
One of the interesting side effects of having cut waaaaaaaay back on working and marketing myself last year is that I am no longer a Hot Internet Commodity. Bloggers are a dime a dozen, after all, and the thing is, I always had really mixed feelings about that whole Hot Internet Commodity thing, anyway. So now I'm doing all of this Restructuring and Goal-Setting and Planning For The Future and blah blah blah (wake up! I'm getting to a point here!) and trying to decide whether I even WANT to "raise my visibility" to where it used to be. Even writing that out makes me want to punch myself in...
I feel like I could make with OH SO MANY WORDS about the suckage of 2012, but frankly I am sick of it and have no desire to rehash. If you were here, you already know. If you weren't, well, I guess we could do an in-a-nutshell retrospective as a sidebar if I could do one for real. [I can't do a real sidebar, so here's a fake one. Sidebar: 2012 sucked hairy donkey balls. Chickadee spent half the year in the hospital and I spent months fighting for Medicaid coverage for her while fighting for decent treatment, and then she decided to go live with her dad. (Single bright spot during that: You...
So I'm trying to keep busy while the world continues caving in, because I hear that helps to pass the time and make things seem less dire. HAHAHA. It's not working, yet, but hope---and MIIIIIIIIINT!---springs eternal. This means, of course, that I am turning all of my energy to my gardening efforts. Because school never calls to tell me that my tomatoes are poorly behaved! Basil never screams that it hates me! And although I'm no fan of the slugs, they are entirely predictable and survival-oriented in their quest to ravage my harvest, whereas the Mother's Day discovery that a certain surly...
So. I told you that I went ahead and made a vision board this year, and I am simultaneously eager to share and feeling weirdly shy about it all, like maybe I will try to explain why it was so awesome and you'll be all, "And? You... made a collage. Welcome to the arts and crafts shack, Mir, and next week we might let you churn your own ice cream." There are people who insist I must be a creative person because I'm a writer, and those people make me laugh, because when I think of creative I think of people who are WAY LESS TYPE-A than I am. Creative people go with the flow! They are in tune...
I don't have the words to tell you all how much it means to me when the Internet proves, once again, to be a place filled with kind and thoughtful and just plain NICE people. Yesterday I needed to let it all out, and I did; then my finger hovered over the "Publish" button as I wondered what backlash might be sent my way as a result. I published it anyway, and then wept grateful tears for most of the day as my inbox filled with lovely, compassionate comments. By the afternoon, I felt better. Lighter. Ready to keep going and keep knowing it will still be okay. Thank you. I know it sounds...