Category Archives: Daily Life

Star Wars

Josh and Jude have been working their way through the original three Star Wars films. I can’t say I see the appeal. I mean, have you seen them? The acting is terrible. And, muppets? Huh?

Today was long and only mildly productive. I got a bit of cooking and cleaning done and finally baked Josh some birthday cupcakes, but other than that, nada. Josh took the kids to the park in the late morning, so Ramona’s nap got pushed late, and we ended up having “lupper” again. Hopefully we’ll get back on track tomorrow.

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Thievery

Oh, my. What a day.

It started out fairly well with an early morning text from a good friend offering to take me shopping at our new local Trader Joe’s. Sure I went out sans breakfast and coffee, but it was ok, because, free samples. Amiright?

And then, the text message from my husband asking me to call him. Then the phone call that relayed the news that Jude’s new bike had been stolen from our lobby (Josh’s had been stolen, too). Finally, exhaustion and tears as my friend and I made our way back home, where I knew we’d have to break the bad news to the boy.

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Now

Ramona recently turned two. Not long before that, Jude turned six. Josh is in his mid-thirties now, and I’m approaching my thirty-second birthday. I am tired.

This blog has sat here, untouched and collecting dust, for just about a year. I often think about putting fingers to keyboard and getting down on paper (?) all that has or hasn’t happened in a given moment, but I don’t. Well, I haven’t. Instead I’ve watched fabulous and terrible TV, read amazing books, drunk whiskey, napped. I’ve cooked and cleaned (not really), played and painted, sang and danced. But still. This is important.

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Good Day

When we, as a family, have the kind of good day that we did in fact have today, I feel the need to write about it. Life rarely feels effortless. Somehow though, today did.

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A Green Thumb

Like most kids, Jude loves dirt. And bugs. Since the beginning of Spring, he has been asking to plant seeds, to water plants, to pick flowers. The best I could do for him here at home was to help him transfer some basil plants from their little starter boxes to our window boxes. I’ve got a brown, brown thumb. They were dead within days.

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Heat

We’re having a hot, hot summer here in Chicago. I think it’s the hottest one I’ve experienced since we moved here in ’08. I’ve never really had the experience of needing to stay indoors (hugging the air conditioner) to beat the heat, but for most of last week, the kids and I did just that.

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T-ball

Originally, while mentally drafting this post in my mind, I called it “A String of Profanity.” At the time, I could not compose a sentence that didn’t have “fuck,” “shit,” or “mother fucking” in it. I’ve moved past the foul language, though I still want to run outside and scream nonsense into the Chicago sky.

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Wire-less

I have a lovely post written about Ramona’s Fairy Godmother Blessing. Sadly, I can’t find the cord to upload pictures to my laptop from my camera, so that post is in limbo, just waiting to be published.

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Progress

The thing about being bed-ridden is that it doesn’t make for good blog-writing fodder. So here we are.

Good news! Today I was able to assemble and cook a quesadilla for Jude. That means I was on my feet for a solid… 7-10 minute. Progress, people. Progress.

Bad news! I had gotten word about a PT clinic that operates on a sliding scale for payment. Unfortunately, I live outside the area the clinic makes that option available to.

Good news! The chiropractic adjustment that I got yesterday seems to have done something good. Bonus good news! I have another appointment in the morning.

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Mmmmm… Food

I was going to update this week’s menu now that I know what the rest of our week looks like food-wise, but then I decided that this week’s meal additions deserved their own post, so here goes.

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