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Category: Partner in Crime

No Matter What

All of our biggest conversations happen in the car. We were on our way to gymnastics, deep into a Depeche Mode song, when Quinlan asked me to revisit a story I’d once mentioned about a boyfriend I’d had when I was younger. “Mom? Did he throw you into the lake?” It took me a moment before I realized what she was talking about, then immediately swore to always downplay any single story I told her again from there on out. “No, no, honey. That boy never THREW me into a lake. We were in a canoe on a lake, and he was teasing me by rocking the boat over the deep water.” “And that’s why he didn’t become your boyfriend anymore?” “Well, not because of just that. But I was upset because he knew I was scared. But there were more moments after that when…” I couldn’t think of a way to explain it. “He wasn’t mean. I just started to feel bad about myself when I was around him. Like, sad.” She seemed to understand what I was saying. “So I knew it was time for him to not be my boyfriend…

Perspective

Glass half empty: Woke up late. Spent way too much time on the ol’ phone before I even got out of bed (I know. Step Two. I know.). Threw a bagel at the kids for breakfast, left all dishes behind on table/countertops. Kids had a two-hour delay today after two days off school for snow, AND YET they were doing their homework and going through backpacks a half hour before we had to leave. I know. Got showered, dressed, ready. Mascara and lipstick applied. Then got to the school with David for a meeting…only to find out from the other parents that the meeting had been postponed. Did either of us see said email or text alerting us to this? No. Nope, no. I have no idea if we put the dog in her crate or not before we left. The fate of our furniture and the kids’ toys lies in the difference. Glass half full: Both David and I had our laptops with us when we left the house this morning. At his suggestion, we are now tucked into a two-top at a little indie coffeeshop one town over. He is working…

Marriage: For Better or Lowe’s

It was a Saturday morning, at the home improvement mecca we call Lowe’s: One child in a “car cart,” his older sisters crying and moaning because they’re too big for said cart. “Can I drive it? Can I just get into the basket? WHY CAN’T WE GET IN?” In the paint section, with witnesses, David and I have a major disagreement over the right shade of blue-gray for our living room (yes, we already painted it, yes I hated the color as David was putting it on the wall, and yes it took him three days to apply said hated paint because I didn’t stop him LET’S NOT GO THERE). I suggest that, instead of trying to get another new color, we just go to Home Depot and get the paint I’d wanted for the walls in the first place. As this is a family-friendly blog, I will omit what David said next. In the light section, we make a decision to purchase a light fixture to replace the awful broken one (the one, if you’ve been to our house…