It is Never a Good Time for Snow in March
Me last year
Me this year
February was so long that it lasted into March (-Dar Williams)
Snow in March is never not bullshit.
Me last year
Me this year
February was so long that it lasted into March (-Dar Williams)
Snow in March is never not bullshit.
In college, before I started dating Zach, I dated this other guy. Some of you know him and a few of you remember that relationship. It was one of those short-lived intense codependent college relationships that are all roller coastery. The type where you put up with the lows, because the highs make you feel needed and important in someone’s life. And at the age of 19, I was desperate to figure out who I was and prove myself worthy of… anything.
As amazing as it is to play outside after work because there is still light in the sky, the process of getting to that point can be painful. Lucky for you, I have come up with simple steps for success. As long as your definition of success is very, very loose.
It’s 7:43 at night and Rowan just woke up from a two-hour long nap. He’s standing in the kitchen saying, “No. No go to bedtime. No, no go to bedtime.”
Friday morning, a few minutes after 8 am, my aunt picked me up to head over to the endoscopy center. As far as I could tell, I was the youngest person in there by decades.
Recently, I saw January 2018 referred to as a “very long year.” This seems right on so many levels, and so far February is shaping up to be another long year in month form.
I’m sitting in the bathroom, writing while my kids splash around in the tub, trying to see just how much water the floor can tolerate. This is life right now — sitting on the closed toilet lid, making sure nobody drowns, hoping Rowan doesn’t pee in the water, and telling Lorelei to get her butt out of her brother’s face.