Tag Archives: Mothering

Simple Joys

The other day, I was wondering aloud why I turn into a crazy person around 5pm each day. (Joe’s helpful response: “I don’t know. I’m not here during the day.”) The so-called witching hour is a real thing, and the two-ish hours from 5-7 every evening feel like the last stretch of a marathon. Or so I hear, because I don’t hate myself enough to run for 26.2 miles. Anyway, none of us are usually at our best at that time, and there’s a good chance someone will end up in timeout or in tears, if not both. It’s hard to see past the exhaustion and frustration (HOW many times during one meal do I have to tell someone not to put her fork in her hair?!) to all the sweet moments that are what really keep us going sometimes. Continue reading

Embracing the Season

“Wow. You can tell little kids live here.”

It’s true. In my living room, the bookshelves range from wedding photos and classic lit, to brightly-colored plastic toys and picture books. There’s perpetually construction paper projects on top of the liquor cabinet, and the odds are good that there’re more toys under my couch than I know about. Move into the kitchen, and it’s hard to miss the alphabet letter magnets gracing the fridge. Our bathroom sports a step stool to accommodate little legs, and there’s an assortment of sippy cups that migrate around the house, seemingly of their own accord.  Continue reading