Wednesday night, after exchanging my boys for Stacey, and we headed over the hill, skipping the freeway, into Hollywood. It’s becoming routine for us, that her husband watches the boys and that she and I go out to Paul’s show, but as it was now summer the sun was setting (instead of set) as we […]Read More We’re SO LA Now!
It’s amazing. Paul got home at a normal time last night and it didn’t bother me at all that all he could talk about was the car he’s going to buy (yes! BUY!) on Thursday. It’s all he’s talked about for weeks and finally yesterday it wasn’t driving me crazy. Don’t ask about the car, […]Read More Rest
I’ve been in need of a break for days. Each day I’ve been stumbling through in survival mode, trying to make the most of things, but just getting the bare minimum done. I’ve had no patience for the incessant repetition of questions, for the complete lack of disregard for me as a living person instead […]Read More Wherein I rethink prose
Dear Children, please go to sleep. My brain does not turn on until yours are peacefully sawing logs. Until I know that I will not be interrupted at uneven intervals of 1 to 10 minutes, I can’t focus on anything. I don’t really want to spend my night playing Bubble Spinner but I’m not capable of […]Read More It Is Late
I was stunned at the request that I had always somehow known was coming, and teased with things like “don’t you people know I play the piano? I’ve been here for six years and not one music calling yet.” and “you know I make a really good secretary.” I wasn’t trying to back out, I […]Read More All Is Well
Dear Internet, my mind is all a-twizzle. A twizzle? Is that even a word? For once, I don’t quite care. There’s just simply so many more important things to think about than grammar. Well there are. Mostly. Okay, great, now I feel guilty. A-twizzle is not a word and yet that’s exactly how I feel. […]Read More What Was I Thinking?
Half an hour ago, as I was starting to get the little ones down for their naps, Little Red was readying himself for the same. It’s that hot. But all of a sudden he pulled out his schoolbooks and announced that he was going to work on his summer homework. Now I have every intention […]Read More What’s Wrong with This Picture?