Monthly Archives: February 2013

After my child’s swim lesson, I took my brew to the women’s locker room to change. Within moments, the swim teacher came in to a locker next to ours. Unfortunately, we were in a women’s locker room and mid sentence … Continue reading →

Today I took my two eldest to eat sushi. The place was empty. Naturally, my eldest put two and two together and said, “this food must be bad if nobody is here.” Thankfully, they didn’t spit in our disgusting food.

My youngest has been mumbling- at least, according to his speech therapist/nanny. In any event, while at the swim club watching my middle child swim, a rather large woman entered the pool. And as if the largeness wasn’t breathtaking enough, … Continue reading →

The other evening my eldest woke up wet; she’d had an accident in the bed. My bed. So, I had to get up and wash her off and get her new jammies. That meant, my other two scaredy cats also … Continue reading →

My phone rang, beeped and buzzed all morning long, that by 9am, I had 104 posts on FB wishing me a very “happy birthday!” While I do enjoy my wishes, the anxiety provoking pressure to “like” or “comment” to my … Continue reading →

Do you remember the hype about this movie, where there was a “dead” boy in one of the scenes, behind a drape? It was a “Where’s Waldo” type of image, but he or the figure of a boy was there. … Continue reading →

The past few days, Hilde has been questioning the my youngest’s abilities. For example, the other day she said she was teaching colors. “He has a hard time seeing Red and Green. My father was Red and Green blind, have … Continue reading →

Weekly, my child’s piano teacher sends me hourly confirmation requests on the lesson. And hourly, I continue to reply: “still on!” I must have received 5 emails in the past 24 hours making certain we were still on, as if … Continue reading →

A few weeks ago, I took the kids to meet hubby at my favorite spot. As we were sitting in the booth and staring at the other patrons, one woman in particular, took her seat across the room from us. … Continue reading →

According to hubby, I look it since he greatly detests my dark locks and tells me how haggard I’ve become. But more importantly, aside from his evaluation of me, it was my doctor who threw me under the assisted living … Continue reading →