Yes and–evidently I need more sleep.

As a child, I routinely slept in until 11:00 in the morning.  It’s not that I stayed up late, I just liked me some sleep.  When I became a parent four years ago, this thing called sleep became like a Sasquatch: elusive.  Mysterious.  Rumored.  But never...

Tandem parenting and other weekend notes

I was called a fast talking Yankee yesterday.  It was probably true. Here in the slums of Western Pennsylvania, the weather has morphed from gray skies and nonstop snow to gray skies and nonstop rain.  Statistically speaking, it’s always overcast here. ...

Of accidental hair cuts and corn in my child’s nose

Sooooo, I’ve been working insanely hard at Day Job these past two weeks. Hard, as in, I left work yesterday thinking my brain hurt from the sheer mental exhaustion from concentrating all day. Which, as a side note, led me to believe that I’ve been coasting...