The Silent Soiling

It’s not that I’m unfamiliar with the term “soiling the nest.” I’ve already endured one round, after all, when my husband and I launched our first baby adult into the wild three years ago.  It’s that my second child has reached full soiling season and it is about 983 times more amped than what we experienced with his sibling. I know. Give him a few years.

Getting the (Boba) Tea.

Well, it’s Christmas. Again. Like really, does time just move at the same pace as a Falcon Heavy? That’s a spaceship. I referenced it to give my husband a little wave. He’s just opened all his presents, but there, love, a nod to you in this holiday blog. As promised, a gift for you, as … Continue reading Getting the (Boba) Tea. →

Voluntold: Calling His Bluff (or did he call mine?)!

My son just returned from six hours of bell ringing for the Salvation Army, a task that I honestly wouldn’t wish on anyone but one that was born via calling his bluff. It’s not that I don’t support this annual fundraising drive; it’s that I have rung that bell myself, decades ago, and I still … Continue reading Voluntold: Calling His Bluff (or did he call mine?)! →