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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.…
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Today was my first solo drop off.
M had to go into work today, so he helped as much as he could before leaving, but then I was on my own. So, naturally, all the things that could complicate the morning happened all at once. My late night storm watching two nights ago left me totally exhausted last night. By the time I got W to sleep I was a bit of a zombie, and I could barely keep my eyes open. I decided just to make lunches in the morning, because, you know, that’s never a bad idea. I set my alarm for 6:30, planning to get up before everyone and shower early, because I think…
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It’s a School Night.
I just packed backpacks and lunches for the first time since February of 2020. It was so strange but also so familiar all at the same time. We’re prepared. We’re ready. …but we’re all a Hodge Podge blend of excitement and nerves. Not only have we been home for over a year, but we’re now in a new town. It’s a new school, with new classes and new kids we haven’t met yet. It’s a lot of new for three small bears who were a little quiet at bedtime tonight. There were lots of questions about masks and teachers and friends and classrooms and bullies. We talked and they’re all…
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Too Much of Something*
I recently reconnected with my first grade teacher– a woman who impacted me greatly even at the age of 6. I found her on Facebook, and sent a request, hoping she might remember me. She definitely did, and thus began a beautiful friendship. (Fun fact: I credit her with the fact that in my 36 years of life, I’ve never even held a cigarette. She made us put up our right hand a pledge to never try smoking, and to this day, I never have.). Today, she posted this quote and I swear it was a sign from the universe. A while ago I wrote about a dilemma I was…
