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Category: Staying at Home

To be Funner

I was just thinking the other day how being a kid can be sort of a bummer. I feel like I’m constantly directing our kids, telling them what to do, and yes, nagging, nagging, nagging them to the point where I get tired of my own voice. Maybe it’s not always like that, but with three kids I need to raise properly and keep clean and protect from sticking their tiny fingers into funky electrical outlets, you know. It sure seems like a lot. Saoirse, though, while lying around yesterday in the middle of the floor that separates the living and dining rooms, staring up at the ceiling with her arms splayed out, set me straight. “You know what, Mom?” she asked. She was still looking at the ceiling. “There’s a lot of things kids do that grown-ups can’t.” I asked her to elaborate. “They can’t play outside. Not for a long time, anyway.” “They can’t go down slides. Not all of them.” “Or crawl.” “They can’t lie around and do nothing.” &#8220…

If I’m Being Honest

As I write this, Cian is in his crib, crying so hard it sounds like torture (for me). I already went in to comfort him once, and he’s trying to settle into his nap. His settling is loud. Quinn keeps popping out of her room, telling me she’s finished sleeping (she hasn’t started). Saoirse is in the playroom, playing with her cars, in a way that sounds like she’s actually exploding them more than racing them. David is pacing back and forth on the back deck in his flip-flops, his laptop in his hand, on a conference call. Through the closed doors, I can still hear the business-world catchphrases–“on board,” “launch date,”–bouncing off the walls. It’s 2:08 p.m. I’m ready to walk out the door. I won’t, don’t worry–as I said, D’s out there. I certainly can’t up and leave the family when he’s on a call. Duh. But I’m going stir-crazy. When Saoirse was a baby, and I was sitting…