Let me (over)think on it

As I dive further into the deep end of this apocalyptic year, I'm now grasping at just about anything to find relaxation or to relieve the stress or to turn my brain off. I'm not sure any of it is working - although some have turned into well-intentioned fails laced with giggles, which works in … Continue reading Let me (over)think on it

Incoming.

I’m fairly certain my husband’s favorite part of all the shite that is going on with my mom is the period of transition he gets to enjoy when I arrive back home from an extended stay at my parents’ home. Did I say favorite part? That’s not what I meant. I meant I see him … Continue reading Incoming.

A Compilation

Shockingly.... I have completely lost my ability to focus. Gone. I may actually forget where this sentence is going before I reach the end. Oh. Nope. Did it. Clearly, I have just a little bit going on in my life so I know this is excusable, but as a woman who is a shoe-in for … Continue reading A Compilation

Some People Claim that I’m the Woman to Blame

It’s not some people. It’s my kids. And I’ll use the term I try not to use because it takes away from the role I actually play - it’s my step-kids. Having never been a biological mother, I have very little business weighing in on how green that grass is. But sometimes I look over … Continue reading Some People Claim that I’m the Woman to Blame

Despite the protests

In addition to the now resolved internal struggle of 'face-to-face or virtual' for Zack, we've been having a similar debate with Zoe. Well, maybe not that similar. Pandemics, protests, and riots are probably not the same as 'just' a pandemic. We shouldn't have been surprised that the road to Zoe's next step would be lined … Continue reading Despite the protests

525,600 minutes

Zoe told me that she loved me today. Via text. Unsolicited. Where she actually had to think about it and use her thumbs and had a chance to backspace rather than pushing send. Not the usual drive by at bedtime that we half-heartily exchange 'Goodnight, love you, see you in the morning,' while barely hugging. … Continue reading 525,600 minutes

2020, Month 43

I saw a meme last week that this year it seemed like we (America) got caught building on an Indian burial land. Uh, well, yeah...that does seem to make things clearer. I feel like our life-landlord is looking to our renewal contract, has better tenants in mind and is, therefore, making our lives as hellish … Continue reading 2020, Month 43

Wake me up, when Apriltember ends.

I’m not sure if we’re cracking or not. Things seem to still be going well, yet there are times I wonder how not interacting with 'the others' is affecting us. Should I be concerned that I basically spend the days intercepting hilarious jokes that zing thru my head? Should I be concerned that most times, … Continue reading Wake me up, when Apriltember ends.