“I sensed a little anger from you because I didn’t move my shopping cart forward when you thought I should. However, your four-year-old’s fingers were a couple inches away from the wheels of the cart, so I decided to, you know, spare his fingers. I’m trying to be a better person, so I not going […]
Category: parenthood
Staycation
I had forgotten just how much I am a fan of a good staycation. A couple of years ago, I took one at the end of a grueling summer. That one was so sorely needed that it barely counts. Since I bought my car in 2013, I sort of got away from staycations and moved… Continue reading Staycation
In Search of a Coney Dog
On a whim, I asked Alex if he wanted to go on a quest to find the best coney dog in the area. Okay, okay, area has a loose interpretation here. I included Flint because despite being from Flint, I’ve never had a coney at Angelo’s. Why did I even do this? I’m not a… Continue reading In Search of a Coney Dog
Road Trip Love
Now that my son is officially a teenager, the whole thing about time flying is smacking me in my face. He has already reached the age where he sometimes has plans for his own time that are different that what I had in mind. Over the last couple years, we’ve taken a few road trips… Continue reading Road Trip Love
Watercolor Fun
My son is always making things. He is also the sort of kid who never really has an answer if you ask him something like, “What do you want for your birthday?” As a result, he has amassed quite a collection of art supplies. Art is something that Alex enjoys; it is his thing. So,… Continue reading Watercolor Fun
In a peevish open letter to her son,
“You consistently wait until I clean up an area and then proceed to take up the entire area. This makes me angry every time. I tell you about this. And this is why when you wake up, having slept on the couch, that you are going to find a pile of your crap directly in […]
In an open letter to the parent who impatiently blew her horn at me when my son was kissing me goodbye,
“My immediate thought was that you were jealous because your child doesn’t kiss you every morning. Then I just thought you were selfish because you wanted to get out so quickly and wanted me to move even though there was plenty of space for you to back up and then pull out. By the way, […]
In an open letter to her son’s nether regions,
“I need you to know that it’s not my fault that he jams everybody down there into too-small undies. I have bought him about 10 pairs that should accommodate the entire gang. Please remember this in the next couple of years and go easy on my furniture. Thanks!”
In a second open letter to her son,
“Dude, you didn’t think I’d text your dad when you told me that you had a shower today. Thing is, if you tell me that you had a shower today and you tell me that you put on deodorant and your armpits smell somewhere between zesty and piquant, then something is wrong. You probably should […]
I an open letter to the mom with the screaming child in the waiting room,
“I couldn’t help but hear you attempt to comfort your child. She isn’t ‘fussing’ as you called it. She was wailing. She put her whole body into it, too.”