These days I mostly try not to write. My life is so full of work and family and weeding. But every now and then, my brain starts to itch and the only way to scratch that itch is writing. This is where you will find my most recent scratchings.
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Real Life Revisited
Just had another productive baking morning. Made much needed granola, granola bars, and cranberry orange muffins. Sounds like I’m pretty fab, huh? Are you thinking, how does she do it? Here’s how: I just thought some housewifin’ ladies (or boys) out there might appreciate a little dose of reality. Everyone always wants to show pictures of their scene when it’s pretty and neat, but this makes all us dirty mamas feel like freaks. Which I really suspect we’re not. (See Real Life, from last week.) A dear friend of mine told me a story about how once, before she had…
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(Almost) A Dream Come True
Ah, holidays. No working means no driving to work. No driving to work means no cars on the road! What an incredibly lovely walk I had this morning! Not exactly through lanes of gardens and fruit trees, but hey, at least the copious cars lining the street were still and silent. I could hear the squirrels in the trees, my feet scuffing the pavement, the distant roar of… oh, some ginormous machinery. Well, you can’t win ’em all. Speaking of cars, Tuesday we suddenly realized that Hubby was getting 3 days off from school, which means a 5 day weekend.…
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Real Life
On this new day the sun pours through our windows, greeting us upon our awakening with a joyful hello. We slip on our woolen slippers to buffer our toes from the chill of the wood floors. The waning embers in the woodstove from the night before have gently settled. One by one the children gather in the kitchen to greet this new day together. My youngest follows me to the wood bin to help me load up the wood stove for the day. My daughter and eldest son gather up their wooden bowls and we all sit down to homemade…
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Wifely Duties
No, I don’t mean that. Us progressive ladies and our progressive hubbies/partners had better not think of that as a duty. I’m talking about a few things I recently started doing that really Hubby should do for himself, and I’ve resisted until this point in our relationship because they seem so over-the-line wifely. But when I resolved to start sweating the small stuff, I realized that waiting wasn’t going to help. At 35 he wasn’t suddenly going to start doing these things on his own. And so, I stepped in. I now (gulp) pack my husband’s lunch, and sort his…
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I Hate Cars
Yeah, I mean, it’s not like we don’t have one. It’s not like we don’t drive. But I don’t see how those facts interfere with my potential to hate cars. Lately my early morning routine goes like so: The Babe wakes up around 6. He wiggles and grunts (do all babies grunt like little pigs? Have I just forgotten?) until I finally dredge myself out of bed around 6:30. Make coffee, strap him into the carrier, and then we go for a small walk, till he falls back to sleep, so I can savor the quiet time before Toddler wakes…
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