Days that I take The Bee to school, our mornings can be called schizophrenic. Despite laying clothes out, packing bags and preparing lunches the night before, we always seem to forget something, have to run back in to the house for something or we find ourselves stuck behind that dang school bus picking up some of the other kids on…
I have been hearing the same phrase from The Bee for the last few days ever since the “Today Show” featured a segment on ‘tweens: “Mommy! I’m a tween!” Tween is a concept that I am familiar with but new to her. She falls into that age, not old enough for boys (whew!) but too old for the babyish stuff…
Kids are great. It was a snow day, and despite the monster headache that has plagued me for a week and having to go to work (I do love my job but I want a snow day too!) I actually enjoyed the snow. Tuesday night the snow started to fall. That was all anyone talked about: How much snow do…
So. In the bar of life there are days that I am like top shelf liquor; expensive and fine. There are the days that I am the dusty bottles of vintage wine to be savored and sipped. And then there are days like today when I am the abandoned martini glasses with a cigarette crumpled in it. Today was that…
Saturday6:32 ishHome Desperately I scan the contents of the fridge and cabinets trying to pull a Macgyver. What can I put together with the ingredients on hand, that will be edible and that my kid will eat? Why do I even bother? I am convinced that The Bee was a cat in a former life. How else can one explain…