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
Phew. How to even start. I guess first by saying that I promise not to write about this topic every single week from here on out. But it's a promise with a lot of holes in it at the moment. So, thank you for humoring me. Remember that time my blog took a turn to … Continue reading Gratitude. Like it or not.
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
I had a birthday celebration email in my inbox from the WordPress folks - seems that it was one year ago that I signed up for the service. I've be waiting by my physical mailbox all week to see if a cake arrives. I hope it's delicious. As with all not-really-a-milestone-but-I-lean-to-the-side-of-overthinking-milestones, I’ve also spent the … Continue reading Blogiversary
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
Today we pushed the button to transfer Zack from 'regular' school to online school. Yes, it is considered a transfer and, yes, theoretically it means that he is no longer a student at Hanover High but now a student of Hanover County's online school. We went in circles for weeks on what the best choice … Continue reading Virtually Decided