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They All Said, Don’t Blink: A Farm Market Causes an Existential Parenting Crisis

Our girls don’t have soccer games scheduled for the upcoming weekend, so most of their practices this week were cancelled (wait, do you hear the choir of angels singing the Hallelujah Chorus, too??). We’ve been running nonstop this fall with soccer and school and family activities (I’m preaching to that choir, surely), and I was SO EXCITED to have a week with my kids home in the afternoon. HAHAHAHAHA. Nine years of parenting and I’m still delusionally hopeful. The reality is they’ve been fighting (with each other) and bickering (with me) and hollering (name your person) nonstop in almost every single supposed-to-be-peaceful moment we’ve had. Because real life is so not like the pretty, pretty pictures in my head. Monday afternoon, Cian and I picked the girls up from school, and I surprised them with a little trip to a local farm market. We haven’t been able to make a lot of the fall-festival rounds, which is one of my most favorite times of the year, so this was our first excursion. You know the drill: crunchy leaves. Fresh apples. Corn pits…

Because It’s Friday

It’s Friday. It’s a dreary, rainy day here in Pennsylvania, but we’re finally all inside the house for the rest of the day, and the raincoats are drying off as we speak. David’s up in our room working (because, you know. The house, it is so tiny). Cian’s napping, the girls are playing, and even though I’m sorting through paperwork and bills, I’ve the most adorable cappuccino-filled cup beside my computer, so all is right in my world. I want to write something profound, but I don’t really feel like it, mainly because the caffeine hasn’t kicked in yet and it’s just so rainy out and cozy in. So I’ll give you these instead: I met a very nice new acquaintance the other day. She innocently asked me what my husband does for a living. The question makes me uncomfortable (I feel like it’s asking me what size shoe I wear, or if I put on deodorant this morning–I’ll answer, of course, but do we need to know that much about…

This One’s for You, Amy

There’s a farm market on the other side of our town that, like many small, family-owned farms, opens a play area for children every fall.  It has a “fun fort” in a would-be greenhouse.  It has burlap-sack rides, and corn boxes and animals to feed.  There are tire swings, and hay forts and bean bag games and mazes.  For children, this is a kiddie paradise to fall in, crawl around on, run and leap and slide.  Parents, you know what it means for us…

It means the purchase of quart loads of stain remover.  And an entire three-month season that revolves around picking hay out of shorts, out of socks, out of hair.  I didn’t buy the season pass today, telling myself I didn’t want to fork over that much cash for two children, that we wouldn’t be coming back here often enough to make it worth it.

Yeah, right.  Who am I kidding?