Thursday, July 5, 2018

Who We Were All Meant To Be


Recently, The Littlest underwent a several hour long surgery, and then an extended stay in the Intensive Care Unit.

Although upon his birth it was believed that he had not inherited the genetic disorder that my family carries, it has now become relatively obvious that our initial reassurances were wrong.

Tonight, I was feeling especially worn out. There's a grieving process you go through, when you realize that the life you had planned for your child, might not be the one that they are going to lead.

Monday, July 2, 2018

"Things That Make You Ask Why?" 13th Edition

On this blog, we discuss some really difficult things, that can make you question the way the world works. But we aren't here for that today. Nope, today is all about the strange shit that seems to serve zero purpose at all.

The shit that just makes you ask "why?"

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Why hasn't this house been rented yet!? I saw the listing on a Facebook ad, and I simply can't understand why someone hasn't snatched it up yet.


Do you think it's because the bathroom is tiny? I mean at least it gets great light, and views, of the street... from the toilet...

I simply have no idea why it's still for rent.

None at all.

Tuesday, June 19, 2018

Living At The Hyatt


So, I now live at the Hyatt.

Like... I'm not just staying here for a bit, I live here.

My family lives at the Hyatt.

Friday, June 15, 2018

Remember Always


The baby was fussing this morning, so my daughter climbed into bed and asked me to snuggle him up with her. "He just wants to feel safe and loved mom."

I look at her, loving on him, and the reality of her life hits me. Abandonment. Abuse. Trauma.

Knowing what her biological father did to her and her other brother. She watched him punch an infant in the face! And now, here we are, several years later, and she's giving her new sibling what was never given to her, by one of the people supposed to have protected her most.

It gives me hope for humanity. Hope for my children. Hope in a world that's teaching our children lessons that we are trying to protect them from.

Our kids know how to be good people. They all do. I just pray that they remember that when the world tries to teach them differently.

Remember always, that it's never too late to be the person that you intended to be, when you started out on this journey of life.

Wednesday, June 6, 2018

No One Is More Surprised Than Me, To Be Writing This.

So...

We moved.

I know, right?

Trust me, no one is more surprised than I am to be seeing those words.

We moved.

After deciding to stay, renovating our house, and writing a long blog about it all, we moved out.

I'll be honest, I really didn't want to. I cried when we made the decision, and I cried my way through packing.


Thursday, May 31, 2018

That Post Where We Talk About Why My Kids Think I'm A Fraud


The Boy Child is the kind of kid, that when his feet hit the ground in the morning, he takes off running and doesn't stop until after he is in bed at night.

But not that long ago, he surprised me by waking up and climbing into my bed to snuggle. Not wanting to waste any of that precious time, I took the opportunity to ask him a few questions about life.

"So buddy," I inquired. "Tell me about your friends at school. Who do you like to play with?"

"I play with Samuel" he replied. (Not his real name)

"Oh," I said, hoping for a bit more. "And what is Samuel like?"

Being six, The Boy Child went for the most obvious answer, and began to describe Samuel's physical appearance to me. "He has black skin and brown hair..."

Thinking that this might be the perfect time to expand on his observances, to include a discussion about looking past skin color, I said in my teaching-mom-voice, "isn't it neat that we all look different? The only thing that matters is" and then he interrupted me.

Tuesday, May 15, 2018

It Was An Accident, I Swear



OK. So something happened today.

You see, when the baby was born, he had kind of a folded ear. He must have been laying on it in the womb or something. No biggie, the ENT just taped it down for a few weeks. The worst part of it was that he needed to have a bit of his hair shaved off so that the tape would stick.

Anyway, the ear was fixed and the tape came off, but now he had a patch of hair missing, that just looked strange.