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I’m a Fake Adult*
I have a small confession to make. I realized something yesterday. I’m a fraud. A fake adult. A pretend grown-up. I did laundry yesterday. This is not exciting. I do laundry all day every day. This time I was washing something new, so I checked the tags. As I was checking the tags, which I do often, you know, as an adult woman doing laundry would do, I realized something: I have absolutely NO idea what the symbols mean. None. Zip. I have been washing laundry for 20 years. Somewhere along the line I realized that you should read the tags before washing things. Check. I do that. …I just…
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In the Weeds*
At the front of my house, there is a stone pathway that runs alongside my driveway. For most of the summer, it has been more weeds than walkway, and as much as I’ve tried to give myself some grace about it, I hated looking at it. It was like this visual reminder of all the ways that I was failing. In my head, when we had purchased the house last fall, the walkway was this beautiful pristine path that I had since neglected. So, as I sat on my step one day in late July, I yanked out a weed. And then another. It was strangely fulfilling. I know there…
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It Isn’t Covid*
When we decided to send the kids back to school, I knew they’d get sick at some point. We’ve been so healthy at home isolated in our little bubble, and I knew that reintroducing them to the wonderful cesspool that is elementary school would inevitably bring sickness back into our home. I just thought that I might get more than a week in before it happened. We’ve had some kind of nasty cold bug ripping through our house and it’s been such a long week. M and S had the worst of it. We are both fully vaccinated, but I was worried that he had a breakthrough case… and when…
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The Poop Lady*
Sleep has still not been plentiful lately, so I decided to put in a curbside pickup grocery order, rather than attempting the store with an overtired baby. As I was attempting to cobble together a list of what I needed last night, I remembered a few other personal items I needed. I figured that I’d try and get them with my order to save me a trip inside. When I got to the store, I called the pickup number and told them which space I was in. As I sat and waited, the other vehicles in the lineup all got their orders and drove off. Finally my van was the…
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All of my Children*
Ever since my miscarriage, I have searched for a way to represent my whole family… including the child we lost at 13 weeks. I don’t have any belly photos. No bump updates. No physical reminders that that baby was here. There are just memories, impressions, feelings and love. So much love. She was so loved. She IS so loved. I never knew for sure, but it felt so strongly that the baby we lost was a girl. And even though she isn’t here with us, she is still a part of our family. I have to believe that even though I wasn’t able to hold her here… I will someday.…
