Barbados: One Way
I was going to start this post with why I’m so exhausted. Work, etc. But really, who wants to read a list of why I don’t feel like writing a real post? I don’t, and I’m writing it. Everyone has … Continue reading
Can’t Get Comfortable
It’s too cold outside. It’s too warm inside. I start the night cold in the bed. Gibs wakes me up, and I find I’m sweating under the blankets. At work, I can’t concentrate because the heater makes my office too … Continue reading
Just Surviving
It’s cold. Really cold. And I’m still sick to boot. It snowed a couple days ago, but now all the pretty white stuff has melted and combined with the dirt and muck to make a layer of gray awful over … Continue reading
Sick as a Couple vs. as a Family
When you’re sick as a couple, you can just lay in bed together and argue over who is going to get the door when the pizza delivery guy arrives. You can watch movies and bad TV and only get up … Continue reading
Sick Baby Boy
You know what sucks? Being sick. You know what sucks more? Your kid being sick. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so bad for another person in my life than my poor baby boy. He is refusing to eat. Barely … Continue reading
Ladies Who Jam: BJJ Jammer
I think I’ve made it fairly clear that I am a little bit in love with Jamberry nail wraps. But you know what? I love the women who wear Jamberry even more. My customers are mostly my friends and some … Continue reading
Rock Collector
It started during the work day. A nagging, hot stabbing pain like being poked by a blunt stick that was also for some reason near a fireplace for a few minutes but not exactly on fire. And I thought…could this … Continue reading
Letters to Gibson: Nine Months
Dear Gibson, You’ve been on the outside as long as your were on the inside! Congrats! And congrats to me and your father for keeping you alive. Phew. Seriously, you’re out to kill yourself it seems. You crawl EVERYWHERE. The … Continue reading
Teething Trauma
So, Gibs will indeed get his two front teeth for Christmas. Will we survive to Christmas is now the question. Between extra hours at work and maintaining the house and starting a new business venture, I’m not sure if any … Continue reading
Mob Mama
He said “dada” first. I knew he would. I was okay with this. Finally, after what seemed like weeks of just “dadadadadada” all the time, he said “mama.” But not as often as he said “dada.” And that was okay, … Continue reading
Hungry For Motherhood 