The past seven years have grown my tribe exponentially. I’ve met so many great people who have given birth to so many great kids. But first… first there was Qais. After years of living on opposite sides of the country and then the world, my friend Charlotte had moved back to the same town as me. And while other friends had had babies by that point, this was the first tiny tribesbaby who I could visit anytime I wanted.
Dear mom who is totally screwing up,
Today my five year old daughter screamed the whole way home because I would not buy her a pottery wheel.
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Being “snowed” in this Valentine’s day reminded me of this story.
Light blue or dark blue?  Red or gold? In my family there is no room for indecision. By the time you could talk, you’d better be able to root for a college basketball team.  We are not, nor have we ever been, a family united for one school – having instead flung our allegiances all over the state of North Carolina.
I have been a full-time work-out-of-the-home mother for almost six years, so you would think I have it all under control by now.
Nights are hectic and short on time as we try to fit in dinner, homework, nursing, and bedtime routines while leaving ample tantrum time. Forget things like bathing the children. I’m a good cook, but there is just not enough time for anything other than my basic staples.
