The good news is that when faced with incontrovertible evidence that the Santa story is a big mythic scam, the Diva chose to ignore the facts and continue to believe. I’ve got at least a little more time savoring my girl’s adorably narrow view of reality. The bad news is that two days after Christmas, Read More
I do believe I have experienced a bit of Christmas magic. Scoff if you must and get it out of the way. Our Christmas Eve bordered on unbearable. Hot Firefighter Husband was working, and I did not handle it well. It seemed completely unreasonable that he was forced to save lives and put out fires Read More
I’m so tired of Christmas shopping I could die. If I have to go to Target one more time, I will certainly end up in a fetal position in the boxed wine aisle. We have Santa presents stashed all over the house: under sheets and covered by blankets and high up on shelves. The Diva’s Read More
Today is my birthday. Hot Firefighter Husband served me my annual birthday breakfast of a slightly uncooked cheese omelet, then the kids brought me a recycled Amazon.com box wrapped with newspaper and packing tape. Inside was a brand new pair of men’s slippers from Target. The Pterodactyl had made me a beautiful card with the Read More
Jesus is not the only reason for the season. The Pterodactyl reminded me of this yesterday, after I spent two hours trying to find him a dreidel, with no success. So I bought him a really cool menorah, which he loves, though he was adamant that we “not play any Hanukkah games without any dreidels.” Read More
This morning, in spite of the children arguing violently over the Homer Simpson Christmas statue that shakes its butt while singing “Deck the Halls with Buddy Holly,” I planned a banner day. Not everything went as planned. First stop was to be the YMCA’s annual Holiday Party where the kids could make disposable crafts and Read More
The Pterodactyl turns 5 years old today, but I am not worried that he’s growing up too fast since he doesn’t seem to be growing up at all. In his defense, his tantrums possibly persist due to his parents’ unwitting campaign to ruin his life by doing the polar opposite of everything he wants. To Read More
Well, I have reading glasses. Clearly the apocalypse can’t be far off. Two weeks from tomorrow, I will turn 46 years old. By the time my mother was my age, three of her four children had graduated from college. My oldest is in second grade. I’ll qualify for AARP discounts by the time she graduates Read More
This morning, while I was researching the latest news regarding the Tiger Woods affair, the children snuck out onto the wet back porch and began throwing things at the overhead screen to make it rain on them. As a result, they all had soaking wet heads five minutes before it was time to leave for Read More
I knew it was going to be a rough day because I woke up that night with a ridiculous anxiety attack. Not all anxiety attacks are ridiculous. Most of mine are. I was not up worrying about how to pay for college (no idea), or whether I’m spending enough time volunteering at my kids’ schools Read More
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