So it’s been almost a month since we “went country” so to speak. After having lived the majority of my life minutes from downtown in a buzzing area where the sound of traffic never ceased, we have picked up and gone the way of the horses and farms and frogs. That’s right, when I open my door at night I am still surprised by the strange sounds I hear. I have been told they are frogs but… who knows, all I know for sure is it’s not traffic. It may sound weird but I never minded the traffic noises; they read more…

You are my second child. You were supposed to be my last. But life doesn’t always go as planned. The potential injustice of life is something you learned at a very young 10 months old. That is when I became pregnant with your little sister. Now you are a middle child and I worry about you. You are 22 months old and you test my patience to no end. You refuse to speak and choose instead, to moan, grunt and whine for everything you want. Sometimes the sound of your whining makes me want to run away and/or scream in read more…

It is always my left eye that betrays me. That traitorous eye can never make the cut and always reveals me for what I am but hate to be: An emotional and sentimental woman who can’t help but well up with tears no matter how hard I try not to. It doesn’t happen very often, crying I mean. I tend to be a fairly dry eyed woman overall. But sometimes, something will touch me in such a way that I can’t help the wave of emotion that washes over me and, before I know it, I am desperately trying to read more…

The other day I actually got out of the house by myself. This is a big deal, a momentous deal; it doesn’t happen very often. Not only did I get out of the house, but I actually made it to the salon for a haircut. It had been a while and after one failed attempt – a puking husband meant a canceled hair appointment one week earlier – me and my split-ends parted ways. As I was sauntering back to the car (car! I don’t have a car anymore… I meant van aka family-mobile) feeling good about my perfectly flat read more…

It’s New Years Eve and being that we have a one month old baby, we really did not have any plans for the evening besides watching a movie and getting to sleep early. In fact, we are so lame that the nice bottle of champagne that I have in the cupboard isn’t even chilled because pumping so that I can actually have a glass of champagne is just too much freakin work. In other words, I won’t be drinking tonight. I’m not bitching or anything, I am actually just fine with a low key evening; I mean after all, I read more…