Two out of my three kids officially start school tomorrow. It is a half-day, which I think is our school’s final evil comedic joke before taken on the craziness of all of our wonderful, monstrous, sweet, tantrum-prone, loud, LOUDER children for the next ten months. I have never been so happy!
Several months ago, I had a “brilliant” idea. I work for an amazing company, and I have a home office. This gives me the freedom to work from anywhere. I talked to my boss, and I got the okay to work from “home” at my parents’ home in Texas for a week so my kids could spend some truly quality time with my family. I had this vision in my head – the open road with three kids, fun, sun and sand, and time to bond on my own with my kiddos after a really long few months of work, travel, and chaos of school-year ending.
The challenge is the trip is upon me and I’m terrified. I’m terrified because it will just be my parents and I with the kids. I have tons of aunts and uncles and cousins who will help too, but I’ve never truly had to “own” being the sole parent for an extended period of time. My husband helps – with a lot – but he can’t join us because he has to work. So for over a week, I will be the PIC – parent-in-charge – and I suck at it. Continue reading “The Road Trip”→
Dads have a special place in our lives. They often are our superheros, many times not even knowing it. I have had the opportunity to watch Fatherhood in all of its glory. I have seen the good, the bad, the funny and the sad. As parents, you are on a journey together for your child. Moms often set the course, but it’s Dads that seem to know how to navigate through the bumps in the road.
Fatherhood is not about perfection. Neither is motherhood. But Dads generally get the concept way earlier than moms do, and that helps right the ship and move us along the path. Continue reading “Some Dad Observations”→
Here’s the setup. So, my kids have officially been off school since Wednesday at 11:45 AM for summer break. Camp doesn’t start until Monday at 9am. I just got back from a business trip last night at 7pm. I have to manage exactly one full day of camp-free fun for a 9- and 7-year old. I am TERRIFIED!!! And I have a conference call at 10.
Based on the title, you can clearly see that I am a child of the 90s. Regardless of how cheesy it is, I can’t help but think of “Ice, Ice, Baby!” at least once a week in some random context, but that is a topic of another day.
Today, let’s talk about space. Not just physical space, but mental space as well. Very few people can be completely alone. I personally love being around people. I love being around my kids. But sometimes, I just need a break – some quiet alone time that is truly alone. I have always been this way. Continue reading “Space, Space Baby”→