Category Archives: Family

NaNoWriMo: Small Truths #3,765

When Abigail is sick, she is kind of a jerk. I mean, all toddlers are, and I understand that, but at some point this week, when it was another middle-of-the-night, can’t-sleep, feeling-awful tromp in the dark, and Abigail insisted on sitting in my lap so she could scream at full-tilt inches away from my face,…

NaNoWriMo: Happy Birthday, Mom

Today would have been my mother’s 65th birthday. In years past, I’ve written extensively about my mother. We had a complicated relationship, even by regular mother/pre-teen daughter standards. She was a deeply flawed person, in the way that we all are, but likely due to a rocky upbringing and no real parental compass, those flaws…

Gurls! Gurls! Gurls!

(I read this piece last night as a part of my amazingly awesome friend Claire Zulkey’s regular live-reading series, Funny Ha-Ha.) I have never been well-versed in the ways of girls. Despite having been born, and subsequently raised, a girl, I’ve spent the majority of my waking hours on the planet completely clueless by what…

Is this thing on?

Eight posts since the calendar flipped over to 2013. This is probably the least I’ve ever written since I launched this blog in 1999, to say nothing of since I was able to craft a sentence and called it “writing.” There’s a multitude of reasons for that, none of which are particularly interesting or noteworthy,…

Gotta get it right this time

I’m pretty sure I get it now. I never once presumed or judged or questioned, you know, when moms wrote or talked about guilt and motherhood. It was just that I knew I hadn’t really experienced it yet. Now that AG is a toddler, now that my job has become more demanding, I am. Yesterday…

Week’s End of Operation Remove the Stick Out of My Rear

Thanks for all the great comments this week. I really appreciate them. Here’s the thing: I’m too old to apologize for how I am, you know? I was sitting on my back porch with my sister last night and somehow started talking about the family chores list we had when we were growing up and…

Operation Remove the Stick Out of My Rear

I have been an intolerable basket case for days now. My mood went south last week after a particularly challenging week at work. Nothing monumental, as far as work-related stress goes, but enough that my brain was solely preoccupied with work, and how I would tackle a few items, and for whatever reason it’s all…

Little feat

We went away to Michigan City this past weekend, four days with Scott’s Dad, stepmom, three stepbrothers and their families. It’s a fun-filled few days of sun and kids and carbohydrates and fats in forms you’d not normally consume. When packing Abigail’s things, I stopped short when I noticed the wear patterns forming on her…

Picture perfect

Today started out like a total shitshow. Literally. Because not all of you are parents…no, wait. Let me take that back. Because none of you are as disgusting as perhaps I am in the sharing of your family’s most personal digestive issues, I won’t go into the details of what awaited me and Scott once…

Mother’s Days

Sometime around 5 p.m. Thursday night, I received a text from Abigail’s nanny that my girl was running a fever of 103. They say that a healthy child is akin to winning the lottery. They are right. And when you’re the parent of a healthy child, and in the moments your child becomes sick, you…

The First Baby

Far be it from me to quote the likes of Jenny McCarthy – who one of my colleagues ran into the other night at a restaurant here in Chicago and said that someone had to tell her it was Jenny McCarthy, rather than, as my colleague first suspected, “a porn star” </gossip> – but one…

Hugs

I have not been feeling well for the past few days, primarily because I’ve been fighting a cold, and then just the usual confluence of hormones and the fried foods I’d had last Friday. (Crab Rangoon. And some egg rolls. They were good but Lord. Talk about an energy suck.) I woke up this morning…

Reality Check

Tonight, as I snuggled with AG in her glider before putting her down for bed, I allowed my mind to wander into those little blissful corners where it typically is too preoccupied to go. Where I count my blessings and dream and am filled with such overwhelming gratitude for my life. (Thanks, everyone, by the…