SAHM

Seriously.  Maybe if this kid could stay well for more than a few days at a time I could get something done.  And maybe WRITE SOMETHING.  He has been sick four times since July 1, and I’ve decided that being away from other viral children is actually what is making him sick. IT IS...
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It’s going to be 107 again today.  In an attempt to stay cool we have been hanging out at Ralphs, but we’ve run out of things to buy look at so we’re back to watching TV. - – - – - – - – - - Me:  Hayden, did you know that I used...
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After spending thirty minutes helping Hayden build a train track that took up the entire living room floor, through tears he pronounced it “no good because it doesn’t go enough places.” This went on for another thirty minutes. It’s not me, it’s him. The train tears rolled into snack sobs because I prepared the...
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Today Mommy cried because there was lots of fussing.  She is always telling me the same thing, and I don’t like that.  This morning she told me no running or jumping or water play at school because of my bobos, and I didn’t like that so I had tears. Mommy made me the kind...
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Scott: “I thought kids weren’t supposed to get sick in the summer.” Me: “Uh, what about last summer do you not remember?” Summer sickness sucks, but there is one teeny good part.  When my child lays on the sofa watching television for ten hours I can do a lot of things between popcicles pillow...
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I don’t know how you working moms do it.  And by working moms I mean those with a paying job.  Because we all know that we are all working. Today seemed like one long series of complaints.  It began with crying in bed (our bed, I might add) followed by verbal disapproval of the...
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There was no point in doing a Tuesday’s List this week because Hayden only says three things now. I know that. I already know that. You already told me that. After feeding him pigs ‘n the blanket for dinner and listening to his smarty-pantsness all day, I was really starting to feel like a...
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Bugs have taken over my son’s bathroom.  And, coincidentally, his body. It began with a MISSED POOP Friday before school. Followed by a Friday night barfing. The kid never turns down “chiniladas” so I knew something was up.  In the car on the way home from the restaurant, “My neck hurts.”  Two minutes later,...
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Hayden has been down with a virus, but he was well enough to go back to school today.  This morning as I was preparing The Waffle and Honey my sort-of-patiently waiting son was chattering to himself when I heard, “Sick the Science Kid is brought to you by the Corporation for Public Broadcasting.” This...
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Today, like all days, at way-too-early After I’ve been up until way-too-late I hear the click-click-click Of Hayden turning off his night light Then comes the pat-pat-pat Of his flat little feet And he climbs into my bed with a smile But the sweet warm snuggle Quickly turns to a struggle With move your...
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When Hayden was a baby I adamantly adhered to the “no TV before two” rule.  He did not watch TV, and we were very careful about not having the TV on when he was in the room. Once he turned two?  It was game-on. Thomas. Wonder Pets. Little Bear. Calliou. And then we moved...
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“Mommyyyyyyyyy!” Hayden runs to me as I come through the gate at his preschool.  I scoop him up in my arms, treasuring the rare occasion that he is not running from me. “I have something to show you!” He takes me by the hand and leads me to his cubby where we find his...
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I’ve been really busy, lately.  Busy eating pizza and rolling out play-do and attending pee wee sports events and writing about really serious stuff like milk and toothpaste. Oh, and I’ve been drinking margaritas.  Not this morning, just in general.   In fact, the other night we went to hang out with some friends...
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Motherhood is full of things they never tell you about. Nobody told me that my body wouldn’t do what nature intended and that I would go through 30+ hours of painful labor, only to end up with a c-section and pre-eclampsia. Nobody told me that my boobs would be like dry watering holes, cracked...
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