One month, newspaper covered the windows, the family who sold rice bowls and ice cream cones out the takeout window packed up and left.
I am totally blessed.
She laughed gamely, and I looked at another mom in the opposite corner. But I have two kids now and I plan for more.
It's ok for her to give herself to this effort.
I want to talk about child-friendly coffee shops in Portland, for one, and rave about baked goods all over the city. "Sophie," dark-eyed, tuft-haired, like a thousand Sophies before her. ", people are asking to be in my mama's group, people are calling to set up phone interviews with me.
He chafes against any and all rules. That cannot, must not, change.
I wanted to work flexible hours, at least part time from home.
But I'm doing something else I'd always dreamed of doing - writing and editing parenting and food publications.
AOL gets me there faster.
He needs, needs, needs me every instant.
I'm eager to step up my involvement in both the network and as the provider for my family.
I wished I had something prepared, some anecdote or advice request that would demonstrate my commitment to this community.
I threaten punishment, he does whatever it is I've said will garner punishment, I'm forced to follow through.
In my final analysis, I've decided that it's impossible to keep your kids from swearing unless you, yourself, have never been a swearing type.
This was usually when he had been drinking and I was cranky at him anyway.
I love it, and I have this sneaking suspicion her graphically-inclined metrosexual husband made it for her. But I'm thoroughly happy.
Now I could be just writing, about things that I love to write about, of my own choice, all the time.
It was all I could do not to slap him upside the head.