The sun is up, its rays starting to slip through the blinds, gently lightening the room. The smell of fresh brewed coffee fills the air, mixing with the morning conversations. She is surrounded by friends, yet she feels alone.
True, there is a history of drama prior to trips. The packing, the cleaning, the caring for the kids creates tension within her. She tries to keep it inside, but more often than not – the tension breaks out, spewing anger everywhere. Read more
I was cranky. It was a school day morning, which means the alarm goes off before the rooster cocks his doodle-doo.
Mother Nature was expected to pay her regular visit. Though, as I get older, she doesn’t feel the need to work with my schedule; she prefers to show up irregularly, whenever she desires.
The boys were battling with each other within seconds of getting out of bed, and my husband slept peacefully amidst the school morning routine. Read more
One Tuesday night at 7:10 PM my 5yr old asked, “Mommy, may I call Ms. Suzann?”
Looking at the clock and noting the time, I responded, “Sure. You can try to call her, but she may already be in bed.”
Running to get himself ready for bed, Charlie yelled from his room, “Tell me when you’re ready.” (He needed me to enter Suzann’s phone number.)
I told him I was ready, and he appeared immediately, wearing only his pajama bottoms. Smiling, I dialed the number for him. As I handed him the phone I reminded him, “Please don’t get upset if she doesn’t answer. Just leave her a message. You’ll see her in the morning.” He took the phone, pressing it against his ear, and walked away. Read more