Here in CT we still have a couple weeks of school left before it’s officially summer. But for me, summer really begins today, on Memorial Day. And every summer I tell myself I’m going to slow down and enjoy it, but this summer I really fucking mean it. It’s the last summer before Number 7 […]
Number 7
Just like Cinderella. But better.
Three days ago I posted this little story on the Facebook page: I didn’t really realize until that morning that Number 7 only had two pairs of shoes. She doesn’t mind. She’s always had what she needs. Until Monday when she had peed all over her sneakers. Anyway, I posted that story just because I […]
Six Months
Last week when I picked up Number 7 from preschool, a friend of mine asked me if I had registered her for kindergarten yet. I felt the lump rise in my throat upon hearing the k word. Because to be honest, I can’t think about it, and I told my friend I just wasn’t ready […]
Dear Number 7
Dear Number 7, Tonight is the last night I held you as a three-year-old. And I’m sad. You won’t have any recollection of this, but when we read a story before you went to bed, I let you sit in my lap just a little bit longer than usual. I couldn’t kiss you enough. The skin on […]
Sometimes I Don’t Like My Kids
I really love my kids more than anything in the world. But I’ve got to be honest. Sometimes I don’t really like them. At all. Like sometimes I dread the moment I hear them tiptoeing down the stairs in the morning, and as soon as they step foot on the first floor, the countdown to […]
Hello, Fwend.
Number 5 (5 years old), Number 6 (4 years old), and Number 7 (3 years old) are in that stage of childhood where the ultimate burn-sizzle is “I’m not going to be your friend anymore.” As soon as one pisses the other one off, the auto reply button is pressed. Oh yeah! Well I’m not […]