I remember when my boys were infants. Whenever I heard my infant boys crying, my heart would break. When they first showed separation anxiety, their emotion tugged at my heart strings. The years have passed, and the boys are older. Now, when I hear my boys cry, I want a drink. (I’m kidding.) Continue reading “My boy Charlie (Or, is it me?)”
Category: Flighty Friday
Where you will find frivolous Friday foolishness. Please do not come here looking for organized trains of thought.
I miss the good ol’ days.
If you have already heard me tell this story, my apologies. Due to recent events, I am addressing it again.
.:: Ten years ago I drove by a log home and fell in love. The log home was beautiful, and horses roamed about the property. Being a dreamer, I envisioned a life behind the doors and windows of the log home. In addition, I noted the playground and kids I would see on occasion. Though I had no kids at the time, I made a mental note of the log home, wondering if the owner had an in-home daycare.
Fast forward a few years, when my husband and I welcomed the birth of our first son. Initially, Joe stayed with our next door neighbor, while my husband and I went to work. I still passed the log home daily on my way to work. One morning, I noticed a sign in the yard of the log home. ‘Montessori Style Child Care, 3yr – Pre School, Space available.’ Continue reading “I miss the good ol’ days.”
What is hiding behind that smile? Proceed with caution.
“How are we doing today?” The man asked, while dusting and cleaning the gas pump.
“We are doing so great today, I can’t stand it!” I replied enthusiastically and with a smile. In truth, I was cranky. Very cranky. The day began with an unexpected and inconvenient change of plans. And, I was still reeling from a blow-up the previous night. I was tired, overwhelmed, unhappy and cranky. Continue reading “What is hiding behind that smile? Proceed with caution.”
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