Tag Archives: Living with teenagers
I hate it when you sing! (The extended dance remix)
Yesterday was my Husband’s birthday. Sometimes the pressure of making one day special for someone else can be too much, especially for children. After years of tears and unmet expectations and general misery I had to call a moratorium on … Continue reading
These boots were made for, you know.
It’s Tuesday morning before the Thanksgiving break, the last day of classes for my daughters before a much needed, extra long weekend. We are hosting Turkey Day dinner this year; we’ve all been very busy; we are all a little … Continue reading
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Tagged butternut squash soup, learning to drive, Living with teenagers, tantrums
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The Laundry Fairy.
“What the fuck? You’ve had that sweater for months! Why haven’t you gotten it to the dry cleaners yet? What the fuck?” Daughter 1.0 slams her bedroom door, knocking one of the small mosaic tiles from the wall and it … Continue reading
Even in Australia.
Yesterday was kind of a miserable day. For me. Why do we have those kinds of days? Nothing went terribly wrong, everything just felt ten times (100 times) harder than usual. It was one of those days when the thought … Continue reading
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Tagged apple sauce, driver's permit, Living with teenagers, pork tenderloin
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Tears in the Supermarket.
I’ve been crying a lot recently, although not all that often at dinner. Close friends will say that’s nothing new. I’m quick to tears. A song, movie, advertisement can have me sniffling. And don’t even get me started on that … Continue reading
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Tagged chicken thighs, clams, Living with teenagers, mussels, paella, perimenopause, saffron rice, stay at home mom
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Lucky Shirts.
It started with a shirt. A lucky shirt. Daughter 2.0’s lucky Giants shirt. Last night was game 6 of the World Series. The Giants were leading the series 3 games to 2, which meant that with a win the Giants … Continue reading
I like Sundays best.
Sunday dinner. I grew up having Sunday dinner at my grandparents’ house. We ate the same meal every week – roast beef, green beans, corn, pearl onions (all from cans opened with an electric can opener), potatoes (baked for the … Continue reading
what's for dinner? (and who cried tonight) 