For the last week, I’ve gone around with at least half a dozen hair slides of varying degrees of sparkle in my hair. They were presents for Pixie. She’s taken lately though to the desire to do my hair for me everyday. First she sprays me down with the spray conditioner that makes one smell… Continue reading Give Her Effervescence, She Needs a Little Sparkle…
The other night I was putting the kids to bed which is basically like wrestling wet cats into a paper bag. Finally I get everyone settled into their own beds and mostly get Pixie to knock it off with her current stream of privileged white girl problems when she pipes up that now she’s afraid… Continue reading The Kids Are All Right
We were sat eating a delicious dinner of ribs cooked by the Engineer when Pixie pipes up, “This is a pig skeleton!” I look at him while setting my food down, “Well, I’m a vegan now…”
This being loved by them So deeply So honestly Threatens to burn me From the inside out How can I hold onto this Carefully cultivated Blanket of self-hatred If they crawl under To cuddle And find me there Soft and vulnerable Wanting to be loved Wanting more than anything To love As deeply As honestly… Continue reading
I can’t be the only parent in the world that has to write fan fic about the characters in the books you read your kids, right? It’s like kids’ books totally leave out all the good shit!
All day has been spent looking for the very important papers for The Engineer to take to work…papers that he has neglected to mention in the past three weeks that he was out of the office that I could have looked for at my leisure. It’s a good thing I can’t actually kill people with… Continue reading Panic Switch