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Blame It On the Rain

Rainy days are sometimes the best ones to be a stay-at-home mom, especially if SK doesn’t have preschool that day, and we don’t really have any pressing errands to run, and we can, seriously, just stay inside all day, because as you know we don’t have a garage, and as you also know there ain’ t no way in heck I’m dragging children out in the pouring rain if I don’t have to do so. The poor dog will have to take himself out today, probably, too. So whee! A free day! I baked bread, and got cookie ingredients together to bake in the afternoon because Saoirse has been bugging me and bugging me to “can we make cookies today, Mom? Pleeeease? How about now? What about now?” and I should finally cave in before she starts standing on the rooftop, hollering at the top of her lungs, demanding homemade dessert products THIS VERY INSTANT. Except. Quinn and Saoirse can only play well together for the first half hour. After that, Quinn’s pulling hair, Saoirse’s screaming that “Quinn took my…

It’s Called Christmas Biscotti. Because it’s Christmas, That’s Why

I keep telling myself that I’m not going to be one of those people (i.e., every adult with a family in America) who gets stressed out over the holidays.  Nooo, I keep thinking.  This is the most wonderful time of the year!  Carols and jingle bells and balsam-and-cedar-scented candles, dagnabit!  I WILL be happy. But.  Too much to do.  I’m sullen, overtired, and cranky that we ran out of clean washcloths and I’ve a mountain of laundry to wash.  I dried my hair once this week.  Once.  I won’t tell you how many times I’ve washed it. No, more than that.  Don’t be gross. Thursday, I dropped SK off at preschool and raced home (not raced, not raced.  I mean, I drove the speed limit, Officer.  Please put that ticket book away) to throw together some biscotti for a get-together with friends later that afternoon (it’s really book club, but since I haven’t read a single selection since August because I’ve been settling for the likes of Tina Fey’s Bossypants and Mindy Kaling’s…

Next Time I’m Just Turning on Clifford

David and I have made a conscious effort to not book our children for every class, program and flying trapeze seminar that’s offered in our area. Honest. When I taught, I saw firsthand how a jam-packed life could stress out a young person. And in the last couple years, I’ve seen two-year-olds who are cranky, overtired and whiny because they’re being rushed from one class to another to preschool to Target, then back home just to do it all again after nap time. It stressed me out just typing that. So with our own girls, we’ve been walking on the more relaxed side of the calendar-keeping. They each do an activity a couple days a week, and the rest of the time is free for getting together with friends, or running errands, or–gasp!–just hanging around the house, playing. Our bank account certainly prefers it this way, and I’d always assumed the girls, especially Saoirse, were happy, too. Until today. Actually, it’s been often lately I’ve noticed Saoirse becoming (dare I say it?), well, bored. Yes, she’ll…