Drink your milk.

I saw a great Facebook post last week pre-chiding folks for the anticipated comments on Thanksgiving Holiday posts ~ you know the ones...crowds of people cheek to cheek stuffing turkey legs down their throats. The point of the post was the point of so many posts this year - our own response to seeing others … Continue reading Drink your milk.

How’d I get here? After

The continuation of https://wordpress.com/post/whichwaysup.blog/1522 This is the second half of a long story. The one that answers, as well as we can, the tough question that comes from my mother periodically - the question we wish we didn't have to answer because it would be so much easier if we had a better answer - … Continue reading How’d I get here? After

Tis but a Flesh Wound

As November sat staring me down, my over-achieving brain was starting to zoom in on the upcoming holidays. It's expected - I've learned that once we pass Rich's birthday, at the end of October; and Zack's birthday, at the beginning of November - the logical list to start making is Christmas shopping. I have always … Continue reading Tis but a Flesh Wound

Q1, Virtually (in)Complete

I'd like to announce the nearly successful completion of our first virtual learning marking period. Nearly? Yes. Starting with the first fairly critical piece of missed information - in that the end of the first five-ish weeks did NOT, in fact, mark the release of Interim grades. For those of you who haven't had kids … Continue reading Q1, Virtually (in)Complete

The Church Lady

Back when I worked in radio in Raleigh, there was a big wig called Phil (intentionally leaving out the last name...even though I'm still bitter...but I'm a grown up now, right?) who had a reputation in the industry for being a bit of a tyrant. I suppose nowadays we'd call him a bully, inappropriate, demeaning, … Continue reading The Church Lady

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