Spoken with some satisfaction by my 10 year old daughter who arrived from Ethiopia last year. “In Ethiopia I don’t scream too much. But at Layla there’s lots of kids and it was very loud and I practiced screaming.” She nodded with satisfaction. “Now I’m very...
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Saturday morning, day 2 of Blogher, very, very early in the Home Team, Rocks, Don’t Try It, Owlhaven hotel room. I was sleeping fitfully. That is, I was alternating between sleeping and: a-hoping I don’t snore b- hoping I didn’t steal all the covers c- hoping I didn’t forget where I am and try to...
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This morning I’ve been painting (and painting and painting). My arms are noodles as I type, that’s how tired they are. Around noon my 8 year old came in and said, “You’re still painting?” “Yes,”I said, “and I’m getting tired.” I’m a results girl, after all. Instant gratification, y’know? Tedious...
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(Alternate Title: If You’re Feeling Bad About Your Housekeeping Skills) My hubby and I have a running joke about the lack of sanitation in our kitchen, and how we would SO fail if a restaurant inspector from the health department ever showed up at our door demanding a tour. Nobody’s died, or gotten food poisoning,...
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