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Sorry for All the Coughing

We’re still recovering from the Preschool Plague of the century, here, and “recovering” is a nice way to say that we’re no longer going through two boxes of tissues a day, and only one person is spontaneously weeping from misery (I’ll let you guess who, and yes, it may be me). There’s a lot of hacking and coughing still going on. It’s really quite obnoxious. I found this little thought while going through some old magazines headed for the recycling bin.  The irony of decluttering while paging through an issue of Real Simple is not lost on me, by the way. I think my friends who are struggling with some stress right now might like it. The quote, I mean, not Real Simple. My writer friends will totally like it, and that’s not just because it’s all deep and stuff. I am not feeling very deep today.  Maybe knee-deep in Benadryl, but that’s not so good to take when you’re the primary caregiver of children for the greater part of the daylight hours. Holy, cow, I’m starting…

Mom, What’s the Smell?

We journeyed to the heart of Amish country Saturday to take the wee lassies aboard Thomas the Tank Engine, which had magically hopped from the Island of Sodor (I just accidentally typed “Sodom” there, and am thinking that a show based there would make for an entirely different type of programming) to a railroad somewhere in the farmlands of Pennsylvania. As is always the case  (every single time, and it is delightful) when we take SK and the Mighty on an adventure, our children were an absolute blast. They loved the “Peep! Peep!” sound Thomas is so fond of making, and the ice cream (of course) and the absolutely fantabulous can’t-be-beat surprise ride on a–wait for it–school bus. But the very best moment for this momma was her eldest daughter getting to ride a train. Because SK’s always (for two-thirds of her life, anyway) wanted to ride a train, and Thomas is just so cool and because the windows were open to let the breeze flow through the cars, bringing with it all the scents of cut hay and cow poop that fresh country air…