Overwhelming Numbers
Jan24

Overwhelming Numbers

So, I’m at this blogging conference that’s supposed to start in 10 minutes, and for some reason, they aren’t letting us into the room. They have us mingling in a small hallway with wine and food and tables, all I’m assuming, to facilitate networking. I find it overwhelming, overstimulating, and downright uncomfortable. Since I’m an adult, I can opt out. I can come sit here in the lobby and keep my eye on...

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Getting Out and Mingling
Jan24

Getting Out and Mingling

I am not a people person. Don’t all fall over in shock at once. I’m not the kind of person that does well with strangers. Oh, I fake it just fine, but I’m very uncomfortable and spend the entire time trying to remember words. So I can talk. Needless to say, networking is not my strong suit and conferences (where I’m not a speaker) are, in my opinion, a tiny slice of what Hell might look like. But, life is about...

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The New “I Don’t Love You”

My child gets mad at me. My child gets mad at me a lot. At bedtime. When we turn off the X-box. When we have to go to school (aka therapy). Pretty much any time he doesn’t get his way. Let’s face it. The kid is effectively three and a half behaviorally. This age isn’t known for its fantastic coping skills. Last night, though, my child had a new response for me at bedtime. I had turned off the lights, tucked him in,...

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A Little Morning Sunshine

This morning child came to get me up with a cheerful, “Mommy, Mommy, sun come up.” I agreed that it had. “Mommy, you want come play x-box with me?” I had two edits, a couple of websites to update, and it sure would be nice if I could ever write again, but when faced with such a polite, articulate and optimistic question, how could I say no? Share this:Share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on...

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Why I Couldn’t Write About Parenting for a Month

Last month, I was all set to start blogging 2-3 times a week. I even managed to do it for one whole week — the week I was away from home when my uncle had a heart attack. In many ways, that was a magical week. I’d driven to Dallas at the last moment in a bit of a panic. My husband and I had been in San Antonio the week before, and we hand’t even been home for half an hour before I had to get back on the road for...

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