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Tired, drowsy, falling asleep downstairs. I become conscious long enough to recognize that my bed is the only good place for me to be. It's not much before daybreak. There's a lot going on these days, which are characterized by hard work and harder hours. Mostly good hard hours, but some surprisingly nasty surprises have been thrown in, too. That's the way it is, though, isn't it? I open my bedroom door, the warm yellow light…

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Reasons Aren’t Excuses

Posted on Dec 19th by Kate

Today I wasn't a nice person. I know this because the dishes aren't done, the monitor is next to me and the ten million projects I have planned are untouched. I haven't enjoyed today's moments and the disarray somehow reflects how I feel. Cupboards open, chairs askew, toys on the floor, forgotten. Everything just stopped because of me. I have been too wrapped up in myself, my plans, my needs, my list of items. I know this…

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They Make Me Laugh

Posted on Nov 10th by Kate

Jeebs sits reading the very hungry caterpillar to himself. He is fixated on the slice of swiss cheese and the piece of cherry pie, convinced that he is 'reading.' He will be soon. T: Am I going to have to turn off the light by myself?! (he's trying to coax him into the last part of the nightly ritual, Jeebs ignores him.) T reluctantly turns off the light, Jeebs is still 'reading' on the floor. Jeebs gets very worried:…

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Laundry and The Future

Posted on Sep 29th by Kate

If my soul were an item of clothing, it would be my ragged first pair of lulu lemon yoga pants, bought in 2004, worn through an international move, grad school, a marriage, two jobs and two babies. Those pants are tired, but they kept their shape. I'm sitting at the head of my bed, a pillow for a throne, a mountain of clean laundry, like treasure spread out before me. I'm forcing myself to face this,…

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Alone

Posted on Sep 13th by Kate

It wasn't like this yesterday. I hear trucks outside and no child startles or runs for cover in me. This truck passes and the living room is still again. The puzzle pieces are impossibly lifeless. There is a vacuum where yesterday was begging for Caillou; there is no desperation pulling on the corners of my pajamas for "up, UP!" Everything is still half alive from breakfast, chairs askew, cups half empty, crumbs and milk splattered under…

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The Mundane

Posted on Aug 27th by Kate

It's soccer player saturday, but the boys left me at home this time. I have approximately 2 hours to re-dignify our life. We've spent the month like vagrants: water in our walls sent us to grandma's house, and the work is still not done, so we just got our bedroom back about a week ago. We haven't unpacked or put away laundry since July. I know.  It's not enough time. It never is. Extreme cleaning: I have…

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Ease

Posted on Aug 16th by Kate

My Jeebs has always been my Jeebs. He is, in personality, just like his mommy: Intense, sensitive, and feels the world so deeply it is sometimes just too much. He wants, he expresses, he emotes. He is so very me. He's never surprised me about who he is, because I completely relate to his self-expression. I can predict him. I know him. He is mine, all the way down to his cloudy frustration and his…

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Every night we sit in the rocking chair, T standing in front of us, ready with books and water sippies. Two cribs in one room. Our fourteen dollar rug askew. A train in Jeebs' right hand, his little brother's hand in his left. My two baby boys look more and more like twins. How is this happening? I'm staying the same. Us, Eze, Jeebs and the caterpillar's snacks. It isn't always picturesque. Sometimes heads bonk, children writhe. Whining,…

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Hi there. I've missed you. I'm alive. I never meant to be away so long. I feel like that's my hook these days: "I'm sorry it's been so long."  A recent example: I had a gift for my sister-in-law that languished in my backseat for nine weeks. That gift has been my life's metaphor for some time. That said, I'm back now, and the present has been sent. Finally. It's really time for a new metaphor. In the…

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This is what we do while the big dude is at school: practice walking, eat chopped bananas, stare at each other, do various iterations of the 'so big' game and enjoy the time as it speeds past. Photo credit goes entirely to Auntie Babou, who captures them, somehow, with a mother's eye. Also, this guys is a complete and utter four toothed, walking, climbing, nine…

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