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Even Though ‘Starting Small’ and ‘Brain Reprogramming’ Aren’t Exactly Synonymous

If I make just one resolution this new year, I think it’s going to be something like: Make Intentional Use of Time. And also maybe Write Shorter Blog Posts. But one thing at a time. That’s it. It’s all I need: intentional use of time. I’m not talking about adhering to a super-strict schedule. In six years of parenthood I’ve learned that if there’s anything I can count on, it’s going to be that I can’t count on anything, “schedule”-wise. Someone’s bound to wake up with a nightmare the night I’ve decided to set the alarm for five. Some’s probably going to get sick and barf all over herself at the breakfast table on what’s supposed to be the busiest day of the week. Someone else might, oh, I don’t know, partially dislocate his elbow on New Year’s Day and necessitate an eight p.m. trip to the local urgent care center (looking at you, Cian). It’s just…life right now. It is what it…

There’s a Reason Wit’s End isn’t a Tourist Destination

David and I were talking last night, and out of the blue I said, “You know, last week I decided I’ve sort of reached my threshold with this stay-at-home-mom thing.” David’s response? “Yeah. I could see that.” As I type this, all three kids are scream-crying. All of them. All three. If you think that I’m hiding from them right now with this blog and half a sleeve of Thin Mints, you’re wrong. It’s an entire sleeve. I want to know if other full-time parents ever feel that their kids would actually be happier in daycare. Because sometimes I wonder who this is benefitting. Yes, I’m there to pick the girls up from school, and I can be here to put Cian down for his nap, when he takes one (oh my goodness why won’t he take one anymore?!), but other than that? Do they really want to live with a frazzled mother so overwhelmed by the constant futility of cleaning this mess she’s practically hanging out the door waiting for relief to show up…

Oh, Just Another Morning

Things I have said today: “Stop that.” “I said, stop that.” “Quinlan, stop trying to lick your sister’s face.” “Do you have to poop? Why don’t you try to go poop.” “Stop that.” “Don’t throw that ball on the table!” “I don’t care if you don’t have to go pee. Try to pee, anyway…see?” “Yes, you have to go to school today.” “Use your words, Quinn.  Licking the air doesn’t tell me anything.” “Stop that!” “Quinn, don’t touch the cat’s butt.” “Quinn.” “Quinn, go wash your hands. The cat’s butt isn’t clean.” “Please don’t drink that syrup!” “Stop that!” Some days the sound of my own voice is the most irritating noise I hear. And on this day, it’s not even eight a.m. yet. I think the kids would agree with me, too…