October 16, 2011
I’m not sure which one of us was more upset at the airport. I couldn’t help but think, “What the f*ck am I doing?!”
I told her that when she gets older, she’ll go with me on trips like this. I can only hope she’ll still want to.
October 12, 2011
Thought I’d work on a few photos since my eyes won’t stay closed.
October 12, 2011
I was on fire today. No, not literally. None of my body parts was physically engulfed in flames. I just mean I was on fire. Highly productive.
October 3, 2011
Holy weekend fun! We had a photo walk, a photography garage sale, a football game, and a bonfire / hayride – and that was just Saturday. (Somehow in there I managed to also get the house vacuumed, although the vacuum still lingers in the hallway so I suppose that project isn’t quite completely finished.) Sunday brought mass, a trip to the pumpkin patch, a soccer game, and a roast beef/potato pancake dinner. (Somehow in there M managed to also get some work done for the Christmas display – we’re quite industrious!)
September 26, 2011
I’m as surprised as anyone that I’m totally digging this Soccer Mom role. But digging it I am.
September 23, 2011
After work I raced home and changed into jeans, a long sleeve shirt, and a jacket. And for kicks, I wound my new, way-too-long-softest-material-ever scarf around my neck. Then I walked up to church/school to watch my kid play soccer and my husband coach.
September 20, 2011
Every year, on Zoe’s birthday, we go to the Zoo. I worried that the tradition would end this year with her being in school and all, but we just went later in the day when she got out at 3.
September 20, 2011
Got the call over lunch to go pick up my girl at school. She made it a half day, and then just couldn’t go anymore. We figured something was wrong this weekend when she got up Saturday morning, ate breakfast, and went back to bed. She never, ever does that. Sunday was a lazy day around the house, and while she didn’t quite seem herself, she did seem much improved. This morning she was nearly 100%, but I think kindergarten just wore her out faster than normal.
September 19, 2011
Saturday night we went to a birthday party for a family friend’s 10-year-old daughter. Double digits means, apparently, that one is too sophisticated to play with mere children. At past parties, Zoe was snatched from her parents and sucked into the world of free-spirited play with all the cousins of this large, loving family. Expecting much the same this time, I took her hand and climbed the steps to the playroom, where two of the girls had hidden from the boring adults. As soon as we entered the room, I felt the chill as they stopped talking and looked at us. I ignored it. “Hi! Would you guys mind if Zoe played up here with you?”
