underailing [un-dee-railing]: the process of situating yourself (not without some kicking and screaming) back onto the course most fitting and least stupid for your life Last week was a one of half-formed thoughts and questions, of lies and betrayal and emotional breakdowns in public bathrooms, of not sleeping, of always wanting to sleep, of shampooing twice and shaving only […]
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Update: if you’re tired of hearing about sick people, you can just skip this post and take thirty seconds to watch my healthy, 5’11”, 17-year-old brother dunk. — My husband and I have embarked on an intense weight loss program to jump start the New Year. It’s called the stomach flu. I suppose I was unspecific […]
I finally allowed myself to be talked into going to the doctor (Father forgive me my stubborn self). My real doctor couldn’t take me until a date so far off in the distance I would have probably died of the common cold before we saw each other, so I checked myself into urgent care for the first time […]
I’ve not blogged lately because I’ve not been resting lately. I haven’t done a whole lot of thinking or reading or praying or running or talking; I mostly have rested and wished I was resting. Today a sweet little girl said her belly hurt, began to crawl into my lap, and threw up on me. […]
I am all kinds of tired today — but here’s a little kid story to brighter your dark . . . cold . . . sleep-deprived winter evening. Seen today at daycare: A toddler singing “You are my Sunshine” while he stomps around the room, stepping on his friends, throwing cars to the ground, and […]
“Update resume” has topped my to-do list since I started the job I have. Today, with a well-paying job – one that I might want – on the horizon, I’m actually doing it. I hope you were sitting down. This adventure in childcare was a decision of necessity. Mostly, a lack of desire to eat […]
At the daycare where I work, we’ve found that, for new students, often the most emotional day is the second day. The first day is all rainbows and songs and art and friends, but doing it all a second time makes them realize that Mom was serious about this. A child in my class screamed […]
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