Luna, A Corona, & a side of Salt and Vinegar Chips

The buzz of the garage door dissipates, and I can't help but do a little dance. I feel like a thirteen year old kid who has been left alone for the first time. DW just left to get something manly at Home Depot (peat gravel, I think) and both of the girls are gone. The … Continue reading Luna, A Corona, & a side of Salt and Vinegar Chips

Hello…Betty Ford?

The kitchen was clean, dinner was in the oven. The smell of meatloaf and roasted potatoes filled the kitchen while the girls did homework at the kitchen bar. Soft, subtle jazz music floated through the rooms as candle flames danced on the table. It had been a long week. The only thing I wanted at … Continue reading Hello…Betty Ford?

Is it Monday yet?

I'm not sure how I lost so many days since my last post. It really feels like I haven't gone to bed since I got up Thursday morning. I have a lot of catching up to do in the blogosphere. My depth perception was amuck for a couple of hours tonight. I had my glasses … Continue reading Is it Monday yet?

“I will not sell my children” Part Two

Unfortunately I got a little side-tracked with all of this music mania and had forgotten about the whole mothering thing. I used to pride myself on the ability to double-task; gone are the days of one-armed nursing, balancing the checkbook, talking on the phone while playing Chutes and Ladders for the twentieth time that day. … Continue reading “I will not sell my children” Part Two

New Mantra – “I will not sell my children…” Part One

This morning The Tortoise and I made up from the previous day's Gatorade "incident". She and I are apparently on the same schedule, although she hasn't "officially" been visited by Aunt Flo yet. This whole week has been a series of outbursts. We've been crying or laughing. Not much in between, so either we both … Continue reading New Mantra – “I will not sell my children…” Part One