Before you start jumping to conclusions, our boys are not the thieves. I know it may appear logical to assume they might graduate into thievery after uttering lines like, “Big Fat Ass” (story here) and “Momma Said Knock You Out” (courtesy of LL Cool J), but no… we’re actually the victims. A petty theft really, … Continue reading
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The Evolving Caveman
I’ve compared raising boys to the evolution of the caveman. At some point they stop picking their noses, get their hands out of their pants and are ready to be released into society with manners and a fresh haircut. Well, sort of. This morning, pre 8am with a hot cup of coffee cutting endless paper trains out of … Continue reading
The Inbox
I had the first of what I fear will be many emails about my boys and spontaneous naughtiness over the next decade or so. It was an email from Tucker’s teacher giving me fair warning about why he’d lost a jewel at recess. Starting each day with four, they can lose them for various infractions … Continue reading
For Those Who Just Must Know
Maybe it’s because I have two boys. Maybe it’s an undying curiosity and an inability to respect personal and private boundaries. Maybe I am too sensitive to the subject. Nevertheless, I am asked all the time if I want more children. If I want to try for “that girl”. I’m asked if three boys are … Continue reading
The Letter
I live in fear that someone will spill the beans to my boys and tell them I have a brain tumor, say that cancer or that I am sick. Paul and I decided not to not tell the boys anything when I had my surgery. Other than to say mommy was going on a trip … Continue reading
One Of The Greatest Things Has To Be
Thoughtful people. Really, they are simply splendid. I know I write a lot about stupid people, my headaches, things that make me laugh, cry and my chaos; but what I don’t write enough about are thoughtful people. The list is long and made up of friends, acquaintances, family, readers and nameless strangers. But in the end, regardless … Continue reading
The Fitted Sheet
I think it’s impossible as a mother to be diagnosed with anything life threatening and not immediately look at your husband and feel like you need to train him. Train him in all the things you do everyday, all the things you think about, all the things you would potentially do that he should do; … Continue reading
How To Order Scholastic Books
As embarrassing and humiliating as it is funny, I am sharing this with the hope my wisdom will keep you from making the same mistakes I did. Enjoy and feel free to sling mud at me, I am ready and waiting. I signed up, in addition to being a Room Mom, to handle the Scholastic … Continue reading
I Declare!
I declare, my kingdom of readers, that people say some really fascinating things. Trust me. Aside from the good stuff, the funny stuff and just plain silly stuff; there’s the “other” stuff. The shitty stuff, the stupid stuff and the “you can’t possibly be that much of an asshole” stuff. I’ve attempted to approach my quandary (the piece of … Continue reading
Picking Your Battles
I had to remind myself this morning that some battles are not worth fighting. Cooper, bounding into my office in his underwear, announced to me and the dogs that he was ready to get dressed. I was thrilled with his initiative. When I suggested that I would help him get the clothes, he responded that … Continue reading
C is for Courage
Tucker is six. He has no idea that he has been struggling. He is very happy. Aside from his ability to memorize tremendous amounts of information and an affinity for being a great guesser, he can’t read very well. We suspected there was a disconnect but we did not know the depth of the problem; we … Continue reading
Egg Head
Didn’t mommy say no running in the house? Nobody ever listens to mommy. I was in the basement, Paul was in the kitchen and both of us assumed the other was answering the doorbell. The only ones at the front door were the crazy barking dogs and the boys who excitedly waited for one of … Continue reading
Point of View
Expressing what I’m thinking and the experiences we are going through as our lives have been transformed has become an integral part of who we are as we move through this experience. Writing has become a healing process and an expression of what we are feeling in the moment. It is often something that I … Continue reading
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