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Peter

June 12, 2010

He was the second youngest of five children, or at least he was, when I started babysitting for his family.
He was a skinny kid, with brown hair. He was only 4 years old and he sometimes got lost in the shuffle of the busy household. His older siblings — the eldest was 11, the others [...]

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Welcome to Body Dysmorphic Monday!

April 26, 2010

I am so sick of my clothes.
No, seriously, my clothes can suck it. It’s spring here on the prairie and my wardrobe is in transition and I FUCKING HATE IT.
Did you get that?
I put on three outfits this morning: One made me look like the mascot for the Syracuse University Orange, one showed my kangaroo [...]

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Mama

April 23, 2010

My big girl wished me dead today.
I don’t think she meant it. She pulled together some phrases and snippets from the various tweener shows her babysitter exposes her to on occasion and came up with a combination that had something to do with me learning my lesson in heaven.
My crime? I turned off the TV [...]

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Committed

April 9, 2010

It’s one of those times when you have to close your eyes.
There are uncontrollable circumstances all around me and I find myself bound and gagged by the increasing visibility of my real life online. I’m not hidden anymore. I no longer have the freedom to let loose my demons here. I can’t share my fears [...]

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Bed (Un)rest

Thumbnail image for Bed (Un)rest March 26, 2010

I say I’ll go to bed early, sleep off the day without guilt.
But I don’t. I read or putter or snack on junk food while glued to the TV. I finally drag myself upstairs, check on the children.
Maybe she’ll want to snuggle later. I push my daughter’s hair from her face. She looks, when she [...]

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Understudy

March 12, 2010

This week was a total clusterfuck.
No, seriously. It just was, trust me. I’ll spare you the details (which included vomit in the car, oh yes, vomit IN THE CAR) but suffice to say it was one of those times when I wish I had an understudy.
You know, someone I could call to show up and [...]

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Crooked Road

February 7, 2010

I’m sitting at the Opryland Hotel and Resort in Nashville.
It’s Sunday, and everything is closed. All the bloggers have gone home. My new friend is in an airport in Ohio. The lovely ladies who ferried me here by car should be more than halfway back to Chambana now.
I am sitting at a metal table, one [...]

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She Wants To Be A Writer

January 17, 2010

She let me dry her hair tonight.
Usually, we let it air-dry after her bath. By the time she gets out and gets dressed, we’re tired. Ready for the day to melt into evening. But in the mornings we all pay the price when she screams as the brush makes its halting way through her tresses.
Today [...]

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Vivid

December 8, 2009

The Babyman grabbed his shoes this morning as his father and sister departed for the day.
“Go go!” he yelled in his throaty little voice. He turned to me, hair falling in his eyes and pink yogurt on his chin. “Go go?”
I shook my head, both in answer and exasperation. Babyman turned 16 months old on [...]

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In the ER

December 4, 2009

We think he’s in cardiac arrest.
Just tell us, is he going to die today?
Yes.
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The Poo took a spill in the master bathroom tonight. She was fooling around, getting in and out of the tub to amuse her little brother. She darted into the bedroom and I shooed her back to her bath.
I heard a terrible [...]

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