I read it on Google.... WebMD said.... My friend thinks I.... There's a girl in at school/work/the gym... This is how we diagnose ourselves. It's slightly terrifying. It's even more terrifying as many folks stroll into their diploma-ed doctor' offices, armed with information pulled from non-diploma-ed sources and present their symptoms on a here's-some-bias silver … Continue reading Internet Doctor, With Honors
Bruised knee, 1; Jyl, 0. Such an odd holiday season this year! I had some time alone while Rich and the kids were out to dinner with his mother - and while it was truly only a few hours, I think because it was Christmas Eve and not our typical 'pre-Christmas night,' the idea of … Continue reading Seasons of Change
Anyone feeling completely and totally wiped out this week? I think we hit our wall at 5pm last Friday when, in our house, winter break officially started. Rich and I are super fortunate to work for company that shuts down Christmas week - and, of course, Zack is now free of 2020's crazy where-am-doing-school merry … Continue reading Kinder. Gentler. Comfier.
The more I research, study, and educate myself on the behaviors of teens, the more I think a boarding school directly to college route makes sense. Ship them off to a far away land until they’re maybe twenty-five. I fantasize a marriage without teens. What would that be like? I say this as my husband … Continue reading Bingo!
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.
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
This is the 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 - better than, well, that's a long story. I … Continue reading How’d I get here? Before.
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
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.
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