Navigating life as a (second)wife, (step)mom, and (frazzled)bear with inappropriate laughter and near-perfect hindsight.
One of the most common things I hear from people when I tell them we are cruising (again) is, “Oh, I could never do that … “ I always volley back with, “Oh, but you could and you should and go sign up immediately because you will still have two years to hem and haw.”
Me: “Oh, I’m going on vacation in a few weeks/days” Random People: “Yeah, but you’re like always on vacation now, right?
If your child is experiencing their terrible-seventeens ... you might want to upgrade that vacation WiFi package.
The approach of vacation, in our home, comes with a bag of mixed emotions. There is excitement, as we know we will be going somewhere soon. There is trepidation, as we my family knows that as go-time approaches, there will be a slow rise of “supercritical things to do around the house.”
My husband just did his favorite thing - even more of his favorite because it involved my usual post vacation funk. And by funk, I mean, after months and months of planning vacations, I tend to come home and have a meltdown. I pretend I'm not going to. I try not to. I tell myself … Continue reading Reentry
I hate coming home from vacations. Love the vacations. But re-acclimating sits extremely high on the list of things I don't excel at. And this week's return had some added factors that have resulted in my family clearing any room I enter. I hear them before I appear, but by the time I cross the … Continue reading Breathing Fire