Dave and C went to see fam this weekend while I stayed home. I’m usually glad for some time without responsibilities, but this was freaky. txts: 1 am, Saturday night. Libby: Someone keeps ringing the door bell There were people ringing the bell and knocking on the door, both exterior front of the house and […]Read More Adventures in Being Home Alone
Sometimes I will fail you. Like this morning. Let’s face it, this was a shitty morning. You didn’t want to go to school, I didn’t want to go to work. I gave you a peach smoothie for breakfast but you only like berry. There wasn’t time to finish your satellite dish, or the lunar lander […]Read More Sometimes I will fail you.
Yesterday I felt pulled in two directions. I’ve talked to other artist parents about this, about this pull, and yesterday, not for the first time, I felt it. I’d had a super productive day planned. Work at my job-type-job in the morning, then drop off my brand new laptop for repair (I think I got […]Read More Pushed and pulled
It’s not quite the end of the year, but I’m closing the category. 2013 was the year of potty training, a year when poop had to leave the comfy confines of the disposable diaper and make its way out there in the world. And what a way it was. We started potty training C a […]Read More So long 2013, thanks for all the poop!
My kid keeps asking if one of his friends from school can come over. My first thought was that the tables had turned, and now parenthood wasn’t a question of incorporating my child into my social life, but he asking me to facilitate his. My second thought was that this was sweet, that my child […]Read More Making mommy friends
C and I had to have a stern talk. I asked him to sit down next to me on the couch. He kept looking away. I ordered him to look at me, and he looked right into my eyes. He smiled. I was exasperated. He clearly didn’t understand the severity of the situation, or what […]Read More “Are there mommies in my eyes?”
I recently read something about how adolescence has been extended to 25. Putting aside for a second the probability that the psychologists extending the borders of childhood are likely trying to help people by making these determinations, what is it about adulthood that we so anxious to protect our children from experiencing? Why are we […]Read More Why are we all so afraid to grow up?