What does a sick husband, a vomiting toddler, snowy/icy mountain interstate, and playing dodgeball with a porcupine l have in common? None of those items are things a sane woman wants to deal with. Of course, as we know I’m insane so the first three items are things I’ve been coping with recently.
We left home [...]
With the recent visit of the plague at our house (to our house? Where are Strunk and White when I need them?), there was a point where the aroma we were enduring left a LOT to be desired. On Monday I ran to the store and picked up a Glade Scented Oil plugin which I [...]
My parents live in Wyoming. They moved there after I turned 21 and most of my family followed: my brothers, paternal grandparents, and my grandmother’s siblings all live there now. Because of distance and time constraints we don’t visit them as often as we would like – in fact, our upcoming trip will [...]
It is 1:53 in the morning as I sit and type this. I should be sleeping. I wish I was. But the plague has arrived in full force and I’m having to batten down the hatches and ride out the gale. With disinfectant. Lots of it.
It was Thursday that the [...]
There are those who march to their own drummers. Then there is Jude, who waltzes his way through life accompanied by loud gongs and clanging cymbals. Whether it is learning to potty train by using a drinking glass because he knew he wasn’t going to make it to the toilet, planning out what [...]
Following up to a blog entry like the last one I posted is difficult. On the one hand being too serious would be a downer and it’s not the direction I want to take this blog. On the other hand I don’t want to dismiss the seriousness of what I wrote and sound [...]
This is not going to be a well-written blog entry, but I have to get this out.
I don’t post a lot about Breydon’s autism. That hasn’t been deliberate, but to me that diagnosis doesn’t usually mean a lot. Sure, he has some quirks, like being able to name every single president, when that [...]
“Breydon, it’s so funny. Come quick! Roegen flushed the toilet and water went everywhere!”
“Jude was on the potty so I went in the bathtub.”
“No Mommy, MY poop!”
“Jude gave Roegen a shower with a bag of flour.”
Jude hates naps. Sleep is the enemy, and will always be the enemy (until he becomes a teenager in which case being awake becomes the enemy). Unfortunately for his mental and emotional well-being, when he is tired and cranky I make him rest his head upon a pillow – at which point his [...]
My attitude toward snoring depends on the person who is doing the snoring (or why). If Scott is the guilty party, I usually elbow him in the ribs until he rolls over unless, of course, he’s been working many hard hours and I feel sorry for him, in which case I’ll go sleep on [...]
