I had a follow-up appointment with the midwife this morning, and while I was discussing the insulin/no insulin question with her (yes to insulin, boo hiss), my cell phone rang.
“Do we have any other eggs?” my husband asked.
“Eggs?” I replied.
“Yeah, eggs. These eggs say they are expired.”
“You can use eggs after their expiration date,” I [...]

What is it about Mondays?
No matter how hard I work over the weekend, there’s always a laundry list of chores waiting for me when I wake up Monday morning.
Today saw me rise with the sun. The Poo had a bad dream - a regular occurrence around here - and wound up in bed with us [...]

When The Poo was born, we received money from several of my in-laws and relatives.
Intended for her care and feeding as she grew, we put the cash into her own savings account and we haven’t touched that account since her birth.
The number on the statement is rather small, but we’ve thought of it as an [...]

Thirty-one weeks and six days.
That’s how long I’ve been gestating Shaggy Boy. And let me tell you, friends and countrymen, it feels EVERY BIT THAT LONG.
Y’all who’ve been following my tweets this week probably saw that I’m near the end of my tether with this whole “baby-incubator” thing. You know it’s bad when your midwife [...]

I’ve given up.
Last week I managed to clean my house, and it only took me, oh, THREE DAYS to accomplish the task. In between answering questions about how marigolds grow, providing assistance attaining the elusive golden key on some Dora computer game and fetching juice and water, I toiled away.
Here is what I did:
* Cleaned [...]

My fridge is so dirty that every time I open it, I die a little inside.
No, really, it’s that dirty.
Drips of brown mystery liquid dot the bottom lip, containers of 10-day-old Thai food litter the shelves, and there are about 30 half-full strawberry yogurt containers holding the rejected strawberries that I have to scoop out [...]

I was in journalism school the first time I watched “All The President’s Men.” Already enamored with the idea of writing for a living, the sight of a gloriously golden Robert Redford and a very intense Dustin Hoffman working to bring down a government using only the power of the press was enough to seal [...]

Oh, friends.
At night before I fall asleep, I’ve been composing essays in my head. Meaty ones, filled with imagery and universal themes. And then I wake up and the child and the husband fall on me, needing this, needing that, filling up the house with their chatter and their bodies and every single creative thought [...]

My husband has the plague.
The same plague that, er, plagued The Poo and I for the past 12 days. She and I are just about at the tail end of it, but folks, I gotta tell ya, it is still kicking my ass.
By 5 p.m. I’m ready for a hot toddy and my cool sheets.
So, [...]

I’m elbow-deep in mixing bowls and shortening, trying hard to get my holiday baking done. Sidetracked by a ill-advised stay back east with family and a dreadful journey home, I’m also suffering from a very bad case of bronchitis, which my doctor says is borderline pneumonia.Ah, the holidays!
Anyway, I was busy screwing up the gingerbread [...]