It was one of those moments of epic failure. I was hurrying to finish-up my hair and get out of the house when my littlest little girl came out of her room with a defeated look on her face and a plastic baggy with her tooth in her hand. “She didn’t come” she said dejectedly. “The … More The. Tooth. Fairy. Can’t. Fly. In. The. Rain.
By the time I picked up the little girls from the bus stop last Friday afternoon I was exhausted. It had been an enormously trying week and a half at work, our basement had flooded, and we’d learned of an unfolding tragedy within our family. I needed this three-day weekend, or possibly a month in … More Hot. Fun. In. The. Summertime.
This morning my little girls surprised me with breakfast and gifts in bed. Breakfast was an Egg McMuffin and hash browns on a plate and a 32 ounce Diet Coke from McDonalds. It. Was. Perfect. The gifts included two bottles of perfume, several packs of gum that I’d previously purchased for them, and several individual pieces … More A. Real. Mom. After. All.
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.
Not terribly far from where we live there is a part of town that has the most beautiful old enormous homes I’ve seen. They surround a large lake and wreak of old money, new money, and all money in between. I’ve driven through this part of town for years and have always thought that maybe, … More Our. House.
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.
