On the left side of the sanity bell curve
When you’re a gifted, worrying, perfectionist seven year old kid, sometimes all that worry can literally make you sick. I figured listing out the things that WERE going to happen (but maybe she was worried they wouldn’t) would give Cara, my kid, a few less things (20, actually) to stress over. Seems to be working. Maybe it’ll work for you, too. Even if you’re not a seven year old girl.
Even though there hasn’t been much new content here, I haven’t stopped writing. I got back into the habit of writing things out long-hand in my notebooks. This is how I started way back when I first started Taste Like Crazy. Cara was a (rather loud) baby then and I would sit on our porch… Continue reading On Partly Filled Notebooks and Corn Shuck Dolls
This year’s garden had three unexpected residents: crooked neck squash. I like squash just fine (sautéed in bacon grease with onions, thankyouverymuch) but Cara and Ollie hadn’t ever been exposed to the vegetable. This was a “teaching moment” and the kids would grow to love the bumpy, funny shaped, yummy, yellow things. Little problem though.… Continue reading You’re Now Part of the Inner Squash Thing Circle
There is something extremely annoying about right now at this time. I have good ideas for things, e.g., post topics, kids’ crafts, showering, but once I get serious about doing any of those things, they just take too damn much effort; I’m just too tired. When I’ve told my therapist about this crushing–Yeah. I know.… Continue reading Love Me. Hate Me. Pretending Is Too Damn Exhausting.
Before Tucker left, he joked about having to spend a week fixing all the stuff the kids and I broke while he was gone. Bet he wasn’t expecting me to break a kid. OK. So I didn’t break Ollie. Ollie broke himself. Well…I guess the chair broke Ollie but Ollie caused it so it’s his fault.… Continue reading Ollie Broke Himself. Kind Of.
The last time I played a SimCity game, I think the computer was running Windows 3.0 or something and I couldn’t figure out the game. Cut me some slack…I was seven. SO there was a bit of a learning curve for me when I first started playing with the beta. I was very, very good… Continue reading SimCity Beta First Impressions
So yesterday turned out to be more of an adventure than I had planned. Shortly after I posted about Cara getting up at the ass crack of dawn, the nurse at Cara’s school called me. She thought I should come pick up Cara since Cara was “yawning a lot and was shivering.” The nurse said… Continue reading Cara Has Pneumonia
There was a simplicity to life before Cara started kindergarten that I couldn’t fully appreciate until now. Before kindergarten, I never had to worry about notarized permission slips or a report card with a declining score. If one of the kids got sick–which was a rarity–then the day went along like any other day except… Continue reading She Was Sick and Maybe Still Is
I make a concerted effort to ensure I warn our kids about changes to a normal routine. If we’re going to have to change the way something goes, I’m going to warn these two about the change so many times they end up rolling their eyes because I’ve warned them so many times. We were going to… Continue reading Obviously She Thought I Was Beating Our Son
All of Cara’s permission slips are due for her field trip[link] tomorrow so today was Errand Day. The way things work when we get ready to leave the house is I make sure Ollie’s gone to the bathroom, I make sure he’s put his pants back on, I grab my phone, I make sure our bathroom… Continue reading Sophie the Pit Bull Ate a Box of Chicken Juice
Just that title makes me sound like one of those crazy people who say they’re “cured” but they’re really not and then they go off and sleep with fifty people or something until they come down from the mania and then they don’t take a shower for a month. So apparently there are a million-billion… Continue reading Quit My Meds?
I hypothesize the reason my children fight like children possessed by opposing sides of the demon world is they’re so close in age–22 months. However, the only way for me to test said hypothesis is to wait a few years and acquire another child. Since Tucker’s fixed, I would have some explaining to do. Two years ago I… Continue reading Watch Out For That Flying Shield!
