Dear Toddler Toy Makers, I don’t know if you are aware of this, but you are the topic of many of my thoughts throughout the day. I spend time both singing your praises, and cursing your very existence. The duality of man, am I right? I love you for the blessed reprieve that you give …
I am writing this on four hours of sleep, next to my vanity and jewelry box that have both been covered in lip stick, typing on my lap top that is also covered in lip stick, while the gentle kicks of a toddler connect with my legs. Said toddler also had four hours of sleep, …
The boxes are (mostly) unpacked, the pictures are hung, and my husband’s dirty clothes are discarded all over the floor. We are home. It has not been an easy past two weeks. I never actually questioned our marriage during this whole process, but I did vaguely wonder at a few points if someday I would …
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I was pulling up to my parent’s street when I saw it. It was a sign. No literally, it was a sign. It said, “Moving Sale, this Saturday” and it was hanging right in front of their street. I fought the urge to burst into tears. I fought it valiantly but, whatever. I wiped one …
I was on the floor when it happened. My daughter had been running around the living room, cackling like a lunatic. We were playing a game that consisted of her bringing out toys and piling them up on my chest while I laid on the floor. If the sounds she was making were any indication, …
It’s getting real. The boxes are getting packed. There are empty nails sticking out the wall, slightly darker paint showing where picture frames once hung. The home turning back into what it was when I first walked into it eleven years ago, just a house. So much has happened in the past eleven years. I …
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There’s a new Harry Potter book! There’s a new Harry Potter book! There’s a new Harry Potter book!!!!!! Okay, I have to catch my breath because just thinking about jumping up and down and yelling that at the top of my lungs has me winded. For real. I am after all, significantly older than I …
One time*, when we had only first started dating, my husband and I stayed up until 5AM drinking, watching movies, and talking. I don’t remember what we watched, or what we talked about (I suspect we succumbed to our favorite past time, creating our dream cast for books that we’d read that we thought would …
Alright, the title is kind of misleading. First, we are not yet landlords. We are still in the god awful showing of the property and screening out lunatics phase. We haven’t even gotten to the part where money exchanges hands. We’re just basically unpaid tour guides in the museum of our lives. And. It. Is. …
I had a moment this weekend where I looked at my husband, smiled, and said, “Our life is kind of perfect right now.” We were tired, sweaty, and on what was probably our third straight hour of working on the yard. I leaned over, gave him a kiss, and went back to watching our daughter …