Category Archives: Kids

Well, it’s finally happened. The thing I’ve been hoping for but praying wasn’t true, the thing I’ve been wanting and yet at the same time dreading: the diagnosis is in. On one hand, it is a huge relief. But at … Continue reading →

I had grand plans for this week. I was going to get a lot of things done; I had a whole list of productive projects I was going to tackle and check off, killing time while my husband is on … Continue reading →

Raw and unfiltered. Sorry. The pile of things I’m carrying around is getting too heavy for me to carry. It just feels like there’s too much, and I’m simply not capable enough of doing enough for enough people. It’s crushing … Continue reading →

Several people have been calling me, texting me, emailing me, and generally trying to get my attention. And I’m summarily ignoring them all, for a variety of reasons. But, for the ones who follow my blog, at least this post … Continue reading →

Life is pain, Highness. Anyone who says differently is selling something. –The Princess Bride Days like today, I want to crawl back in my bed and hide until it’s all over. Nothing particularly “bad” has happened. No real major meltdowns, … Continue reading →

It feels like whatever time I haven’t been spending driving carpool or cooking dinner has been spent at various doctor’s offices for the last several weeks. And I’ve got another full week of doctor (and vet – yay for the … Continue reading →

I went out this morning and bought a new pair of shoes. The most expensive shoes I have EVER purchased, this pair is a new set of running shoes with which I intend to run a 5k next month. I … Continue reading →

So much has happened! And in such a short amount of time, too. Last Sunday, Kimball went under the knife for an emergency appendectomy. Thank goodness he made it through, and thank the high heavens for all the help and … Continue reading →

I’m sitting at Erica’s therapy appointment, waiting while she has her session. It has been a pretty miserable morning with her so far today. I don’t know what to do with her, or for her, or about her. The therapist … Continue reading →