So tell me something. Is the point at which you look at kids and think ‘f-cking kids‘ instead of smiling and thinking back to your own younger years the day that you are, unquestionably, old? Let me explain. My husband is in school. He has wanted to do what he does for a living his … More Sullen. Entitled. And. All. Around. Snotty.
I’m in love with my little girls. I adore them with every fiber in my being. I want to follow them around to protect them and to just be with them almost every second of every day. They are funny, and bright, and sweet, and kind, and eager, and I couldn’t be more proud. Ahem. … More A. Perfect. Storm.
It’s not our weekend with the little girls but it is our year to have them for Easter. What that means is that last night we were able to get the remaining Easter shopping done without having to be stealthy, we were able to hide baskets and put jellybeans all over the house to be … More Let. It. Go.
Last Fall we began taking Sullivan on family walks. We got him on my oldest little girl’s birthday last September. The little girls had been begging for a dog for a long time, I’d been advocating for a dog for a long time, and my husband had just run into a colleague who’d recently adopted … More Hold. Up. Wait. A. Minute.
My oldest little girl is the spitting image of her mother. To be clear, that’s not me, she looks just like my husband’s first wife. I am a spitting image of my Mom. We sound eerily similar on the phone, we feel the same way about most things, and sometimes when I’m speaking to the … More Her. Mother’s. Daughter.
We’ve had a tough week. We had to switch days for the little girls, which I loathe, but circumstances required that we do so. They’ve been much more clingy, and needy, and snuggly in the past couple weeks. We had them last night, a day we wouldn’t normally, and they were over-tired, and a little … More Putting. On. My. Own. Air. Mask. First.