deadbeat mom

Sadly, this blog has become my neglected step-child. And I’m talking wicked-stepmother-sleeping-beauty-style neglect. Okay, maybe I’m being a bit dramatic, I didn’t send my woodsman to cut its heart out or anything (and Disney movies are supposed to be viewed by kids?...

sleep, revisited.

I continue to be awed at how much I can get done on so little sleep. Not that I’m pleasant to be around or efficient with my time or anything, but I still get things done. Laundry may sit in a large pile on the couch before someone gets around to folding it....

maybe baby

So I finished reading Maybe One. It was good. And I am relieved to know that only children grow up to be just as smart, happy and well-adjusted as their sibling-having counterparts. Apparently there have been some pretty weird theories about onlies, but this is mostly...