I’d like to think that the truck full of young males headed to a landscaping job, sitting idle next to… Read more She’s got the moves like Jagger (or maybe not . . .)
Yo ho ho! Happy Father’s Day!
“Sometimes the bee stings, and sometimes it makes honey.” Z, age 4, tiny Buddha (and recently stung by a bee… Read more Sage advice from the 4-yr old
Such joy and freedom in saying NO. For calling bullshit on the inner dialog that said “this is how it is, I work full-time and have a child and blah blah blah here are all my excuses for why I should be permanently frazzled and fatigued.” Facing the truth–that my time is precious indeed, so how can I use it to fuel joy?–was LIBERATING and EMPOWERING.
Let’s just say expectations don’t always match reality.
“I bet the alligators all got on a plane and said, let’s go to Florida!”
In not-at-all-surprising news, I got sick with a bad cold. (My last post was literally about how I need to… Read more The man-cold experiment
IT SEEMS SO SIMPLE, RIGHT? And yet, there I was again, yelling like a shrew at my family this past weekend. All sleep-deprived and self-righteous. (I always become the self-righteous martyr when I’m parenting from an empty cup…look at me, sacrificing for ALL OF YOU, NONE of you whom seem to appreciate my greatness! LOL. NOT A GOOD LOOK FOR YOU, SARAH.)
Sick burn, four-year old.
Imagine a parental stress continuum. At one end is the mythical and totally unatainable smiling happy family lounging on a white couch. At the other end: stress-eating peanut butter out of the jar at midnight.