There's an eerie calm that comes over you when you realize you have tiny insects running around in your hair. And by 'insects' I mean 'bloodthirsty bugs'. And by 'running around' I mean 'burrowing into your scalp and bleeding you dry.'
I get that this window of time between after-school and dinnertime is fragile -- kids are tired after a long day of exercising their brains, they're crabby and hungry. But I feel like there has to be a secret to making the transition from school to home a little more FUN and a little less FML.
When I got married I don’t recall ever really giving much thought to the future in any certain terms. I mean, I imagine I thought we’d travel, have a family and grow old together; but beyond that, I never had specific goals for the ‘big’ anniversaries. Well, actually, I remember thinking that at the 10-year anniversary mark I would like to renew our vows but that never happened. My parents made it to their 25th anniversary before my mom passed away and so I guess that’s like my ‘goal to beat’. But I’m not one to wish my life away–not even on the worst, most trying, most difficult days. I…
As I read through what I've just written, I'm shaking my head, wondering How did this happen? I thought with age came wisdom yet I'm sabotaging all the positive things in my life with this very bad habit.
I'm suddenly anticipating a series of weekly blog posts centred solely on all the fun summer things we won't be doing because of some shit one kid has done that ruins it for everyone else. Myself included.
Now, I'm not saying my mom was saintly. Or even that she was perfect -- though, when we lose someone we love, we tend to paint them in a perfect light.