I've been thinking hard on how to solve the dinner issue since I went full honest last night and told you all about. Including the gory deets about how I suck at parenting from 5 to 8:30 p.m. most nights. I thought hard. I thought long. See? Not gonna lie, it took me a while. … Continue reading Brains and Thinkin’ Thangs
Unfortunately, these have become two words to describe what I see in my five-year-olds more often than I'd like to. It never fails that they are petty and unhappy when I pick them up at the end of each day, no matter how strongly I commit to cheerfully arriving at daycare with hugs and … Continue reading Defiance and Rage
We went to Bethlehem Marketplace Sunday afternoon. It's an annual event put on by Calvary Baptist Church here in Warren. I'm always kind of surprised when people are shocked that I will gladly reference the Bible, sing a hymn, and am even able to step foot inside a place of worship without bursting into flame. Okay, the … Continue reading Bethlehem Marketplace and a Chicken in a Box
We were in the Christmas parade last night. Me and the girls. My cousin owns a salon and she entered her and her stylists as a unit. She and her girls and my girls were elves. I drove their sleigh. Which was a purple Jeep decked out in Christmas lights. Peep dis. So much fun. … Continue reading Christmas Parades and Santa Anxiety
Juniper came home last night and told me she was going to be "an Indian" today. Nope. Nope nope. I wasn't aware that they still had kiddos dressing up as pilgims and Native Americans for Thanksgiving. I know that teaching Thanksgiving at the elementary level is a fine line type of situation and I'm not … Continue reading Wednesday Addams and Cultural Appropriation
I'm not a fan of either. I was confronted with the reality of my situation upon allowing a photo of myself to be taken with Ash at today's parade. Something's got to give. Like, in my brain. I need to get over the hump of realization and start caring. Ugh. I'm never going to be … Continue reading Parades and My Body
I'm rewriting classic children's stories this month in my columns. So far I'm pretty proud of my updates. What do you think? Read this week's here and let me know. How would your day go if you were Alexander?