I had Chloe’s parent-teacher conference today. I arrived feeling a little bit nervous – confident that I would hear mostly good things, but anticipating some critical commentary about her talkative nature.
Category Archives: Chief Mom Officer Musings
Moon! Moon! Moon!
The other morning, Chloe, Sophie and I were walking to the school bus stop. The sky was a bright blue with some stray clouds, and the full moon was still visible.
I Hate Business Trips
My dear husband is going to Nashville tomorrow for business. He flies there every month or two for a couple of days because his company, for some mysterious reason, decided to plant most of its back office in Tennessee. Mind you, I’ve never been to Nashville, and it would never make my list of 1,000 places to see before I die, but I imagine it’s a nice enough place to visit. Perhaps I’ll go with him one day.
Betty Crocker?
I don’t know whether to be flattered or run for the hills. Chloe was watching her daily dose of TV when a commercial for a Betty Crocker baking kit appeared. You can guess what followed: “Mom, can we get this? It’s really creative! It’s only $10. You have the money for it.” The commercial showed a homemaker-type woman expertly decorating various cakes using all sorts of plastic tips and icing.
Crazy Love
I’ve written a lot about the things my girls do that drive me crazy. I’ve also written quite a bit about why I love them so much. Sometimes, however, the things that drive me crazy make me love them that much more.
Mommy = Chopped Liver?
It was Sophie’s turn to drive me crazy today. I know she’s only two, and some of you might not feel much sympathy for me after reading my humble story, but I really need to vent.
Supper Club
As I’ve mentioned in a couple of my recent blog entries, my husband and I are making a Herculean effort to have nice dinners as a family. At times, we succeed quite well. Other times, we fail miserably.
Hallelujah!
My kids are mallrats. Not the teenager kind in the Kevin Smith movie. It’s just that they basically act like rats when they’re at the mall together. Not in a dirty, scavenging way, mind you. Just in a can’t keep up with them, can’t tame them, “I’m never going shopping with them again” kind of way.
A Brief Pause for Some Sentimental Musings
When I was in college I produced several volumes of journals. The next time I wrote on a regular basis was following the death of my father almost 8 years ago. During that time, I kept a daily diary to record all of my bittersweet memories of him during that first year of mourning, and to record the joys of my first pregnancy. But since then, my writing has been sporadic and brief, occurring mostly during times of discontent or stress.
Sleeping With the Devil
It was supposed to be a bonding experience for Sophie and me. It was her naptime, and I wanted to relax a little too. After all of us returned home from running errands and having lunch, we went upstairs so that she could nap next to me in our bed.