One month. That’s how long it’s been since the girls have spoken to their father. One. Whole. Month. No phone calls. No texts. No nothing. I don’t understand. Two months. That’s how long it’s been since he’s seen one of them. He took Miss V to lunch back in June while Miss M was on her school trip. He hasn’t seen M since April. Hasn’t kept them overnight since February. I don’t understand. How can he let school start without…
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One month and a half til school starts. My kids are gonna be in some serious shock. Here’s a typical day in our house. 7(ish) I wake up. 7:30 – 11:00 (ish) I drink coffee, write, go to the gym, the store, clean, etc. 11:00 – 12:00 I try to wake up both girls and let them know what I need them to do for the day. 12:30 – 6:00 I work. I can only imagine what’s going on in…
This morning, my friend She wrote this post, about Southern Hospitality. And then I had a twitter conversation with a friend about him apologizing to the person who sells him coffee because he was rude. And I gave him a ‘virtual’ pat on the back. Because you know what? People are rude. And most are unapologetic about it. And he should be congratulated for doing the right thing and apologizing. Being honest, the only reason I moved where I live…
I read a lot. Always have. It’s no big surprise since my mom was a reading teacher. She and I have always had books in common. And now I love how Miss M will say, “Am I allowed to read (insert adult book here)?” Unless the book has like steamy sex or lots of drug usage I normally say yes. I am not a literature snob. Much like the fact that I will drink cheap wine and watch reality t.v.,…
We have a crush in our house. Well, we have several, but this is one we all ALWAYS agree on. I feel like I shouldn’t have to tell you this, but you never know. So just in case you are not up on your celebrities, that’s Maroon 5’s Adam Levine. He’s pretty. Of course we watched The Voice this season. I’d be lying if I said Adam wasn’t what interested us in the show in the first place. But we…
And no, not that fun game where you tell someone something and you pass it around the circle. The telephone game in our house goes like this. M loses her phone. We search for sometimes hours to find said phone. We call it, walking around listening for the ringing. Don’t hear anything. We search the car, the house, the grass in the front yard. We decide to stop looking. Except no one can relax because. “Oh my gah, my phone…
Something has been happening in our house. Something strange. Downright eerie. My children are being, well, there are just no other words for it, well behaved. I’m not saying I don’t like it. I do. But it’s odd behavior. My girls have always been little assholes spirited. Hyper, messy, complain – ey. Now? They are being clean (er), less hyper, and are doing relatively little complaining. I’m pretty sure they’ve been replaced by pod children. Or aliens. I don’t think they are zombies,…
I would say since third grade (maybe second) I’ve been talking to Miss M about bullies. But this year, when M started Jr. High (sixth grade) the bully situations have escalated, as they will tend to do when girls reach this age. M has lots of friends, there’s really no problem with that. But she is artsy, loves to write, loves music, is crazy smart and creative. What she is NOT into are sports, cheerleading, clothes, or fitting in. Which…
This morning, while going through my email inbox I realized I missed an email that contained an invoice. An invoice I needed to fill out. FOR MONEY! And I thought, how did I miss this? And then I realized. I missed it because I have no focus. None. May is crazy. Anyone with school age kids knows that. They are going here there and everywhere. There’s end of the year awards, talent shows, field trips, concerts and so on. It’s…
Yesterday, I saw several of my friends on The Twitter and Facebook link this story. I’ve actually been thinking about writing this post for a while, as it always seems to be a popular topic of discussion. I do not expect to be popular for my opinion. I expect negative comments. I’m cool with that. About two years ago, when my girls were 10 and 7, they really starting bugging me to let them get Facebook accounts. Of course I…