People think I’m put together. Collected. In control and in charge. If you only knew how my thoughts and actions went, you’d be staggered. My day started yesterday at 0540 this morning and went something like this: Oh god it’s
Archive for February, 2011
There Can Be Only One…Per Class
I am a classic Type A personality (hey, lookie there, I’m all lined up for coronary heart disease). Or at least I used to be, prior to that whole crunchy-granola-therapy-inner-child-zen-dial-down-the-drama-sweetheart work that I’ve done over the past few years. Type
Rah Rah Girls
Some friends of mine (friends! I have them! Not just the ones I feed brownies to!) posted some photos of us on Facebook yesterday. They are lovely friends of mine from the 90′s, in that special time known as university.
But…
“I love my kids, but…” is a sentence that if one has not said, we have at least heard. I love my kids, but. It should be a template in the parental lexicon. It’s never something of huge consequence, either
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