I may not have the most glamorous job, but I am privy to information no one else on the planet is. Just a sampling: In a bucket of all different colors, brands, and thicknesses of crayons, each with varying amounts of paper still wrapped around, I know which crayon is Mackenzie’s favorite. It’s big, nakey and blue, and she’ll proudly […]
Category: I am a mother
Came across this today
Song for a Fifth Child Mother, oh Mother, come shake out your cloth empty the dustpan, poison the moth, hang out the washing and butter the bread, sew on a button and make up a bed. Where is the mother whose house is so shocking? She’s up in the nursery, blissfully rocking. Oh, I’ve grown shiftless as Little Boy Blue […]
Getting out the door
After the requisite potty trip and hair doing, I sent Mackenzie upstairs to grab a zippered sweatshirt and a pair of socks. She came down with a pullover sweatshirt and no socks. I put the sweatshirt on her, fixed the damage done to her ponytail in the process, and sent her upstairs for socks. She came down with a pair […]