The Hardest Job In The World

Parenting is the hardest job in the world. Read more

All I Want

Quick and dirty. Read more

Well-Behaved Women Seldom Make History

So you might have heard before that my first born daughter is well, a handful. To put it nicely (and to wildly understate the facts), she’s opinionated, bossy, knows what she wants and means to get it. She could sell ice to Eskimos and negotiate a deal, in her favor, with Donald Trump. She’s never met a stranger.  She isn’t shy to voice her opinion on everything from the president to your shoes. (I’ve mentioned she’s 8, right?). Read more

Sugar and Spice

From Feisty Cat:

Ballet lesson on Monday, orthodontist Tuesday, hip-hop on Wednesday, karate Thursday. Friday, dinner with Mike’s mom. Saturday morning homework. Read more

My Son Is Hurt, and I Can’t Fix It

Sometimes I hate being the parent of a grown-up. When SonnyeBoy was little, I could fix his hurts. I could lift him into my lap and wrap him up in my arms and rock him while he cried. I could smooth his hair and whisper soothing nonsense in his ears and sing him funny songs until his misery ebbed away like the tide. Then I could give him a kiss and a cookie and the world would be right again.

I can’t do that anymore. I can’t fix it anymore with a kiss and a cookie and a gentle touch.
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