It’s May so my husband is gone. He and Bruno moved up north at the end of April to start working at camp. This is them:
We will visit a few times, but we won’t move up for good until school is out on June 12th. So for now, it’s just me and the divas in the house.
During this time, every year, I am reminded that there is more than one definition for the term Single Mom: There’s the single mom who shares custody, so while she has alone time with her kids, she also gets a break on the days that daddy gets them. “Here you go, daddy! Don’t call me unless an ambulance is involved! Later!” The other single mom is the one who has a dead-beat husband, a dead husband or a husband who is gone for long periods of time. That single mom is ON the clock.
Right now, that’s me. Keep reading this post »
I don’t remember my high school curfew, but I know I was late a lot. Sometimes I didn’t make it home until sunrise. My dad no longer lived with us and my mom didn’t have it so easy with me. It was the 80’s so it’s not like I could text her. I feel bad now for worrying my mom, but back then, I didn’t care. Unfortunately for me—she did, so I got grounded a lot. It’s OK. Usually the punishment was worth the good time. Keep reading this post »
Are your kids sick of playing School? Are they done fighting over who gets to be the dog when they play House? Are you scared for them to play Doctor? Sounds like it’s time to step up the game options so, in the spirit of Pretend Play, my 5 and 7 year old daughters and I have come up with 4 new games for your kids to play: Keep reading this post »
I read an article once that said black dogs are less likely to be adopted than dogs of other colors. That was weird to me. What’s wrong with black dogs? Some of my favorite dogs are black.
In truth though, when looking for a new dog I usually leaned towards the lighter dogs. I think it’s because I’ve always had Golden Retrievers and each one was a legend in his own right so I never thought to get anything else. We recently brought a new dog into our family though, and he’s a black dog. Keep reading this post »
Some people believe it’s a primal instinct for women to want to be pregnant. Not me. I never wanted to have kids. I mean, yes, I wanted to HAVE kids but I never felt the urge to be pregnant and the thought of giving birth terrified me. Our plan was to have one and then adopt one. I tried for a few months to get pregnant and physically there was nothing stopping me, but it wasn’t meant to be, at least for the time being. When we decided to switch our plan to adopt first, I remember the relief. We were going to build our family! And not only that, but we got to choose the sex of our child, I didn’t have to be pregnant, and I didn’t have to give birth.
Fine by me!
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This is a “Guest Post” I wrote for blog called Menopausal Mother :
When I decided to do a guest post for Menopausal Mother back in July, Marcia said her first available slot would be October 15th which is today— and also her birthday.
I didn’t get Marcia a card, but if I did, this is what it would say:
I’m super happy that you’re able to get a whole blog out of the menopause thing because from where I’m standing, so far it pretty much SUCKS.
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Frankie is my daughter. She is 7 years old and she is a bit of a “scammer.”
Scamming, if you’re not familiar, is a lot like lying but it’s done in a way that isn’t as obvious, or at least it’s not meant to be. Frankie scams quite a bit, so I’m sure she gets away with it here and there (law of averages) but I do catch her a lot. Sometimes I’ll blow her cover on the spot and sometimes I’ll act clueless—and then I’ll bust her later just to mess with her. Keep reading this post »
Last month my 7 year old daughter, Frankie, got stung by a bee. The story goes that the bee was buzzing around her but she stayed really still and he left, but then he came back and without her knowing he hid inside her pants until she was inside, waited until she was happily sitting on her sister’s bed playing some game or something, and he stung her on the leg.
It hurt my daughter when she got stung. Poor kid. Getting stung by a bee hurts. I haven’t been stung since I was a kid myself, but I remember it NOT fondly, and if I could go through life without it ever happening again, that would be great.
But let’s be honest, getting stung by a bee isn’t the worst thing ever. There are worse things. I gotta believe getting something cut off, like a finger, would be worse. Keep reading this post »
There is a Part 1 to this. You should read that first. I guess you don’t have to, but I would.
There is a kind of “detox” that campers go through when they first get to camp, and then, when they get home, they have to go through it all over again. One of my friends refers to it as “re-entry.“ She’s right. Coming off a camp high is not easy, and even though you know it’s coming, it still feels very sudden.
For many campers, camp is their second home but still, after not being there for several months, it takes a minute to adjust. It’s actually the same for the staff—especially new staff who have never worked at an overnight camp before. They get to camp and they’re like “What the hell is THIS place??” Getting used to camp is like taking your glasses off after wearing them all day. It‘s going to take a minute, or a few days. Keep reading this post »
I can’t believe another camp season is drawing to a close. It feels like we just got here, like the busses rolled in yesterday! “The days are long, the weeks are short.” That’s what we say at camp, because it’s true.
Every summer is a new beginning and every person (staff member or camper) starts with a blank canvas. Sure, everyone comes to camp with his or her own history and inherent set of values, but once they get here, they get to reinvent themselves. A kid who has never liked to swim might swim around the whole lake and a staff member who has never been on stage might end up in a bathing suit and boa for an evening program.
Whoever they are, wherever they’re from, we’re excited to have them. Staff and campers.
It’s no secret that we hold our staff to very high standards (I’m sure all camps do) but it really all boils down to common sense. No matter what job you do at camp, there are (from my vantage point) three simple rules to follow: Keep reading this post »