Conflict.Heartache.Anger, sorrow.Abrupt endings.Starting over.Doubting.Trusting. I’ll be there for you. You say you’ll do it, but often you don’t get the chance. Tonight we got to be there. It was an honor. And something we’d do anytime, anyplace. We love you, friend.
Chances are this will sound incredibly difficult to believe, or at least to believe that I can sustain it for any extended period of time, but it’s the truth, I tend to find the silver lining in things. Granted I do my fair share of complaining, but I really do manage to work my way to happy. So, in the interest of demonstrating to all my dear friends out there, I won’t link, but you know who you are as you wage a vicious battle with eating and find your way to happy despite the (not) eating battle of your little one, and not getting as much sleep as you would if your little flapper would only dial the cute back and snooze. This…
Two years ago, while I was pregnant with Avery, we put our house on the market. The move was motivated by a couple of factors, first the market was going great guns and we’d put a lot of effort (read: money, sweat and tears) into the house, it seemed shrewd to cash in on the equity we’d built. Second, our sitter lived 7 miles away and had agreed to take Avery when she arrived (no small thing for a sitter to take on two under two). I was still nursing Briar so it was 7 miles to the sitter, 7 miles to work, 7 miles to the sitter at lunch, 7 miles back to work, 7 miles to the sitter to pick Briar up,…
Remember this? Despite a bounty of mama wisdom from the blogosphere, I threw caution to the wind and tried once again to take getting ready to a place just north of a baseball cap, some deodorant and mascara. I wish I were posting something more like this, but I am not. Singe, I mean, sigh*. *Trust me when I say the wound is much angrier and fierce looking in person. What can I say, I’m a writer not a photographer.
The other day I posted a video over at The Wink in response to a post at In the Trenches of Mommyhood. Demonstrating the lightning fast speed at which toddlers figure things out, Briar has since learned the power of the all mighty dollar, who usually has the coin and, alas, the true purpose of the singin’ truck She slo manages to absolutely mortify me with a Kids say the darndest things closing sound bite. Enjoy.