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She Might Have a Point

Some days go along better than others: those are the days where you feel like you actually are conquering this life thing. And then other days, your nine-year-old serves you a reality check, like this one: Saoirse was in my office, hanging out, when I saw her take a long look at the expanse of blank wall that sits opposite the front windows. “Mom?” she asked. “Why don’t you have any pictures there?” I glanced at it. That blank wall bugs me, but it’s staying that way for now. “Because your dad and I want to knock a hole in that wall,” I said, “to make a doorway into the living room.” “But then people will see your messy office,” she said. I felt a little indignant at this. I’m not messy all the time. There are moments when you can see a clear surface in here. Sometimes, anyway.  “Well, then, I’ll keep it neat!” I replied. Saoirse kept looking at the wall, thinking, then shook her head. “I don’t think that’s going to work out.”  See…

Ask Me No Questions, I’ll Tell You No Lies

It’s a good thing I have a sense of humor, because if I didn’t I’d be in therapy right now.  No, not really, but still.  We’ve been laughing a lot around here these past few days.  We have to.  Saoirse’s entered what I’ll call the honesty phase of childhood (how long does this last?  Till she turns 13 and starts sneaking out of the house?), otherwise known as the call-it-like-I-see-it phase, or the world-in-black-and-white phase.   Some might say it’s the phase that strikes fear and embarrassment in the heart of any parent.  Want some proof? Exhibit A:  at the table, at lunch this weekend.  We were getting ready to leave the house.  Saoirse had watched me stick a bunch of hot rollers in my hair (yes, I’m one of the two people in this country between the ages of 15-40 who still actually use them) because I was too lazy to actually blow it out properly (I grow my hair out solely to be able to put it in ponytails, by the way.  All…