When the kids were wee and my husband would text me, “I’ve got a work trip,” {Did we even have text back then? Maybe it was a carrier pigeon he used to let me know he was leaving. Ali is old #492: I can’t even remember when texting became a thing.}…
I used to whine write, often, about the BUT WHY stage of parenting and the lack of quiet in my life. But why is Caillou bald? But why do I have to wear pants? But why do we say that the sky is blue when it’s really just gray-ish white? But…
My en suite bathroom light goes on and off at will, and this week it’s having an off week. I now know how to shower, put on makeup, and other bathroom essentials by the mere light of the flashlight app on my iPhone. Yay technology. The timing is extra special,…
