Growing up, I was what we refer to in the biz as an “indoor kid.” I sat on a bench with my nose in a Judy Blume book while other girls played jump rope, cowered in fear anytime someone threw a ball in my direction, and had a mysterious, relentless stomachache during a good 10 years of P.E.
My kids where as they say “on one” at dinner last night and so I went to the bathroom to have myself a cry (as you do) and I’m realizing after reading this that what I should have done was cry on my back porch. I’m also going to be referring to my time spent crying on the back porch as “going for a change of air” instead of “getting away from you people!” I’ll let you know if that does anything to shift the dinner time battle strategy at all.
Yes! My kids are also ON ONE this week - is it the tides or something? I really like the idea of you just announcing to your family, perhaps in the voice of a Jane Austen character, that you will be taking a change of air and see catch them later for dessert :)
The tide could be it. I also keep wondering what Mercury is up to? Im absolutely going to put upon some kind of Regency area British accent and as I bolt for the door. See what happens.
"I was there, under the clouds, in the street, passing by the cute dude giving me a little “sup” nod that I chose to interpret as “damn girl, how do you look so good with a helmet on???!!” and not “lady don’t you know that people can see your underwear when you bike in a dress??!”" Ha - yes! I totally relate to this. I also enjoy NYT Magazine's Letters of Recommendation big time. As always, love your posts.
It's weird how the space of this year makes something like those recommendation essays so intimate - it's like "we're all just people who like chips and have aunties (another great one)!" Thanks for reading Andrea.
This is perfection. Thank you for so honestly and humorously reminding me of what is and is not in my control and all the complexities of parenting. Thank you!
My kids where as they say “on one” at dinner last night and so I went to the bathroom to have myself a cry (as you do) and I’m realizing after reading this that what I should have done was cry on my back porch. I’m also going to be referring to my time spent crying on the back porch as “going for a change of air” instead of “getting away from you people!” I’ll let you know if that does anything to shift the dinner time battle strategy at all.
Yes! My kids are also ON ONE this week - is it the tides or something? I really like the idea of you just announcing to your family, perhaps in the voice of a Jane Austen character, that you will be taking a change of air and see catch them later for dessert :)
The tide could be it. I also keep wondering what Mercury is up to? Im absolutely going to put upon some kind of Regency area British accent and as I bolt for the door. See what happens.
Laughed out loud several times. Also Ebike (with cargo) on our “to buy one day” magic list.
Maybe my son can come up with a spell to make them more affordable??
"I was there, under the clouds, in the street, passing by the cute dude giving me a little “sup” nod that I chose to interpret as “damn girl, how do you look so good with a helmet on???!!” and not “lady don’t you know that people can see your underwear when you bike in a dress??!”" Ha - yes! I totally relate to this. I also enjoy NYT Magazine's Letters of Recommendation big time. As always, love your posts.
It's weird how the space of this year makes something like those recommendation essays so intimate - it's like "we're all just people who like chips and have aunties (another great one)!" Thanks for reading Andrea.
This is perfection. Thank you for so honestly and humorously reminding me of what is and is not in my control and all the complexities of parenting. Thank you!
Just starting to internalize all of the pep talks you've given me over the years to that effect!