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I like to write about life when you have a job, some kids, a fixer upper and a fatal disease.

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  • Home Is Where The Mortgage Is

      This fall’s early snow delayed taking the best “After” shots, but I don’t hate the way it camouflaged the crummy roof. The house exterior looks amazing, but it’s 58 degrees and breezy inside. Next year, storm windows. The year after that, condo.

  • Mama’s Little Acorn

    Charlie is at my favorite age (so far). He wants to be a helper, his language is exploding, and he still wants to cuddle. He is also a smart ass. I’ve spent the last twenty minutes trying to understand what a “cat load” is and why the absence of one would cause so much distress…

  • Come Out with Tits Swinging

    A middle-aged dude just rolled up in his Mercedes, slowed down, pulled close to the curb, and TOSSED HIS GARBAGE BOTTLE IN MY COMPOST BIN. I am over 45, bra-less in a nightgown and slippers and I am enraged. All I need is curlers and you can see the picture. I ran out to the…

  • Resting Mom Face

      I’m in my chair having a beer.   Viv just asked me to come see if the tv show she wants to watch is one we have to pay for.    I gave her my phone to go take a picture of the tv screen and walk it back over to me.    My…

  • This Is Your Brain On Anxiety

    Mama, making pancakes: “Viv, is it one egg or two? I can never remember” Viv: “One. It’s one egg.” Charlie, running past at top speed, naked:  “Or TWO, maybe TWO!”

  • Still Life with Fake Poop

    It’s hard to have the energy at the end of a work day, when you’ve given all your “nice” to everyone else, to listen to a toddler tell a story. It’s impossible to remember the cute thing a kid said a day later. I’m hoping my camera lens and a few zingers we managed to…

  • Papa’s Day

    A little tidbit to share in honor of my kids papa whom I could not have done a better job selecting. (Yes, I turned that accolade right back to myself. Sorry not sorry I’m really proud of that accomplishment; ie: powering through my fertile thirties solo and happy). Me: “Thanks for picking up greek food,…

  • Always Believe The Kids

    I just found out that what the kids call “Night Cat”, the creature I assumed was an imaginary figure of bedtime story imaginations and toddler conversations, is in fact, real. And now I have to move.

  • No Mama

    ”Whatcha doing?” ”Just hanging out.” ”No Mama! We are hanging IN. We are IN the house”.  

  • No One Right Way To Do It

    I’m stuck. I’m mentally obsessing with work things I can’t control, that don’t really matter in the big picture, and in general my big picture is currently very hard to see. Now that the house is (mostly) done and the local election is over, I don’t have anything new to put my rushing brain to. I’m…