If I lived alone, in a hotel room, and all I wore was underwear and the odd tank top, I could totally live without a washer or dryer.
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Chapped lips – MeTeething – FinAchy feet – MeDrooly chin – Fin Intense flirtations – FinAwkward small talk – MeWild, late nights – FinSleepy fussiness – Me I don’t travel well. I am trying to have fun, but tonight I miss my family, my bed and my tennis shoes.
I won’t say that it is turning 35 that’s done it, I think it has more to do with three kids, a husband, a mortgage and enough work to cover them. I am beginning to tread a path that involves less and less apology for what makes me happy. Now granted, Sean would tell you that the path is rather unmarked and I veer off quite frequently, returning to a territory of apologies and clearance stickers. And he’s right, but damnit I walk that other path more than ever before and like the dawn, I am beginning to see how exquisitely beautiful and how fundamentally it is tied to living a happy life without resentment. Before this trip Sean cajoled me into buying some…
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Fin and I are in Vegas. We flew out at noon today, she was fine, I was a blubbering mess. The last few weeks have been intense, with things hopping at Trampoline, prepping for pre-school, and the perpetual bid to find balance. Last night I lived up to my never-sleep-before-a-travel-day anxiety, puttering long into the night. We made it, despite turbulence that had me nodding with sweaty palms and prickly underarms and thinking, “I was right. I am not going to survive.” Finley was an absolute champ, doing a little bit of nursing and a whole lot of vamping and flirting. She knows the audience on a flight is hers for the taking, dazzling them with wide, sparkling eyes and a gooey, shiny gurgley…
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Last night, with my face buried in the pillow, I wept tears I hadn’t expected. I’ve spent the last week buying the necessary supplies and planting little seeds preparing Briar for starting pre-K. There have been beautiful essays around the net, tales of sending kids off on the bus or walking them into class rooms. Some have made me misty, others have made me laugh, but I haven’t been crippled by the prospect of this milestone. Until last night. I realized that yesterday afternoon was the last of its kind. I could go on and on about the things I realized I would lose, but it was something else that pierced me, the slipping of these particular grains of sand through the hourglass. The…
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