A number of years ago, when my dad was dying, everything stopped. Like pressing pause, everything in my life was put on hold when I got the call to come home. I had been living in Ireland for about a year at that point, so it was inevitable to a certain degree because I couldn’t…
Tuesday’s post was meant to be lighthearted and frivolous, however it was not to be. As they say – life (and death) is what happens when you’re making other plans. There was absolutely nothing light or frivolous about Tuesday, or Wednesday, or today (yes, it took me three days to write this). While dark and…
“I heard The Mister is back in Galway tonight. Are you OK?” “There’s a bottomless well of support, just so you know.” “G told me last night. How are you doing?” “You ok? I see a missed call. Phone has been dead for a few days. I heard about what happened. Is The Mister OK?”…
There are lots of terrible things about going through a crisis, but there are also a few silver linings, one of which is being reminded of how amazing your friends are, especially if you’ve been a little bit absent and stuck in your own little world lately between work and parenting and the holidays. We…
It’s a strange sort of purgatory-like existence being home sick when you’re still not quite well enough to return to work, but no longer sick enough to spend days in bed, slipping in and out of naps, marking the passage of time by medication schedules. I was meant to be back in work today, now…
Our family is ailing somewhat at this point. I’m recovering from a very nasty bout of flu, the Mister has a sprained ankle, and Hawkeye has had an increasingly worsening cough, prompting me to take him back to the doctor this morning before our trip out west to Nana’s house. Now, normally the ladies at…
I can’t remember the last time I actually spent a whole day in bed. I mean, even when the whole household was sick over the summer and I spent a long weekend parenting from the comfort of our pull-out couch, I still had to be up and about to a certain degree because unfortunately you…
You can try to stop adulting for a bit, but you actually can’t stop parenting. ~ The Feathered Rose Day #197 I said that in yesterday’s post. I also said that this is when a partner can step in and take over for a while to give you a chance to recover. I had cause to…
When you’re a kid, pillow forts are precarious and elaborate constructions of cushions, pillows, and improvised supports that your imagination then turns into castles, caves, fortresses, or hideaways. I’ve now learned that when you’re an adult, pillow forts are giant piles of pillows you build up like some prehistoric ritual mound on whatever surface you…
This is Guard Bear. You would have met him in an earlier post involving pandapants. He was a gift for Hawkeye from close friends, and his role is, obviously, to guard. He is also teaching Hawkeye how to salute with “yes, sir!” As you may have gathered, we’ve been having a rather rough week, climaxing…
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