“He has fleas”, Emily stated with confidence. “Uh” I recoiled as she took her fingers and spread the infested hairs behind Milo’s ears. “This cat is infested.” she said as though she was a minor in the Yukon who had just struck gold. As horrified as a parent just told by the school nurse that […]
I was reduced to bargaining. After considering all my options, I agreed that I would reset my alarm clock to 10:30am, no 10:45am, and then I would get up and do “something”. Within minutes I was back asleep. I was dazed and disoriented when the alarm clock buzzed its static buzz two hours later. I
I watched my finger hit the enter button of my laptop as if my very finger was not attached to my hand. I felt crazy. I felt nervous. I felt excited and disappointed all at the same time. With one stroke of a key and a click of the mouse, I had bought myself a
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It’s probably my fault. I know I am supposed to supervise what the kids watch on tv. I kind of supervise. I read the list of programs on the DVR. I can tell which kid is watching what by the show titles. My 15 year old watches the History Channel and the Discovery Channel. He
As a mother, eating out has become a double-edged sword. It is easier to have someone else do the dishes, however I have to deal with the constant threat of my children taking over the restaurant. Patrons at nearby tables might be struck by a flying saltshaker or assaulted by a shoe thrown in a fit
“Don’t tell Joe,” she said on the phone. “I won’t,” I reassured my Nana. A check arrived in the mail earlier that day, a gift from Nana. Joe was my grandfather, well, step-grandfather. Nana was always sending me checks: checks for winter coats, long distance phone bills, birthdays, holidays, and replacement windows for my first
“I can’t get enough of family,” said the text at 8:00pm Sunday night. I glanced at the phone for barely a second and decided to shut the phone off for the night. “It can’t be that bad?” shrieked my mother though the phone. “It is.” I shrieked back. This is a nightmare. This was not
Crap! I was caught! I guess you could say I had gotten sloppy. My initial story was quite plausible. It was plausible in the beginning. A few days after I was fired, I announced to the kids at dinner that I was cutting my hours at work, so I could be there, for them, when they came home
I remember my first kiss. I remember the smell of his bad breath. I remember the awkward way his tongue darted around my mouth and my urge to wipe his saliva off my face the first chance I got. I remember thinking how weird it was to let someone stick their tongue in my mouth.
“Mom,” My son called from the other room. “Can I get a DNA test for my birthday?” When my kids were little, having triplets made birthdays big. We celebrated with giant surprises, and gifts so grand it was more like winning a game show then just a birthday. I would shop all year long making