Missing: French Maid Uniform 18/Jun/2011

I’m literally on my hands and knees scrubbing our kitchen tiles. It’s my husband’s birthday today: June 18th. I’m listening to him put an IKEA shelf together with the children in the other room. What a way to spend your birthday, I think. Hey honey! Let’s clean the house!

The thing is, this is how we roll. We don’t have a cleaning person so if the kitchen is going to get presentable, I’ll be the one to do it. We don’t have lawn boys to do our yard work for us so if the weeds are going to be pulled, it will be our family pulling them.... Read more

My son is four today. I’m officially 48 months postpartum. See also: WTF and HOW DID THAT HAPPEN? 20/May/2011

Baby O,

Last night as you were falling asleep, you could barely keep your eyes open (much like your mother after 9pm on two glasses of wine) and you asked for your story. “You want to know about the day you were born?”

First day of school 2011

Your eyes lit up and you stuck your tongue out in that way you do when you get... Read more

Noise 17/May/2011

My Grandfather was an electrician in a mill. He often explained his lack of hearing from years of being around loud machines. “GRANDPA! TURN DOWN THE TEE VEE!” He would wave a hand in our direction, mutter something completely incomprehensible and turn the volume on the TV up.

Last weekend a friend of mine spoke of reducing the noise in his life. As a single man who enjoys many activities outside the computer, I thought it was a strange, though admirable, statement. So often the level of noise in my life is beyond was I can tolerate. Children whining and needing... Read more

On Motherhood 14/May/2011

Six Mothers’ Days.

Two children.

Thirty-five years of life.

Nine years of marriage.

856 diapers.

52 throw up accidents.

4,329,784 whiny complaints.

89 wet sheets. 610 school lunches.

423 sleepless nights.

One homemade card.

LB portrait

Bliss.

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Sticky Notes 18/Apr/2011

I have these sticky notes. They line my computer background, they clutter my virtual desktop, the travel in my portable office. They are text files I keep open to remind myself of my goals, todo lists, small notes. I have one that I keep open nearly all day, every day. It is titled, “People I want to emulate.” 

On this text file I keep a very short list of people I admire and dare to imitate. It’s like my own version of the, “What Would Jesus Do” bracelet.

What would Amanda say to this quest I’m... Read more

No you can’t be president. 15/Apr/2011

It’s been one of those weeks. The kind that I blame my parents for setting my expectations of life too high.

Why the hell did they tell me I could be anything I wanted?

That I could achieve! And that I was smart! And OH SO ABLE TO DO ANYTHING I WANT!

Unique isn't always awesome

‘Cause that’s just a mid-life crisis waiting to... Read more

Burnt Toast 13/Apr/2011

Alternate Titles:

1.  When your priorities are all effed up.
2. Pondering ways to move the earth’s orbit so days are 31 hours each.
3. I have a blog??!?!?!?!?!!11111!?!?

Years ago Mr. Flinger and I found a book called “Burnt ToastRead more

Don’t have me, but 04/Mar/2011

In a possible “entirely too much transparency” moment, I have to confess:

I’ve been thinking of three.

THREE.

Babies, that is.

I was pretty sure my clock had plumb run out of ticking. I was pretty convinced being pregnant was NOT IN MY CARDS EVER AGAIN OH DO NOT EVEN LOOK AT ME THAT WAY UH NO.

And now? Now? I have the baby fever again.

My husband is taking cold medicine to prevent that from spreading.

I was sure we were done. I am sure that we’re done. But oh, OH, Internet, we make such adorable children.... Read more

Today I lost my Mom Black-belt 24/Feb/2011

It’s been a day. You know how people say this, “It’s been a day,” and nobody ever says, “oh, what do you mean?” It’s like The Pill. Someone says The Pill and you know that means THE PILL. Not headache medicine, not Vitadmin D, but THE Pill.

It’s been a day.

And while I can certainly give you details, let’s face it: You KNOW what that means. There’s a list of things that started out great and went to crap. Quickly.

snowRead more

Ethics and Values 14/Feb/2011

People so often lump a person’s “core” within boxes. Boxes of artificial labels society places on ideals. “Republican.” “Pro-Gay-Marriage.” “Working Mother.” “Christian.” “Athiest.”

Our values in my family are above labels. They are paragraphs of ideals, gray areas of judgement. They are curated over years and formed through connections. They are intangible but visible.

Between work and family and bills and co-workers and clients and rainy drizzly days and sick kids, it becomes rare if not... Read more