How I Taught My Kids About Money on Vacation

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… or at least how I TRIED to teach them about money. My all-time biggest parenting pet peeve is my children acting entitled and whiny when they don’t get every little thing their heart desires. While I thank goodness that my children will never experience true poverty, I also worry that their lack of experience prevents them from appreciating what...


I Just Want to Be the First Phone Call From Prison.

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Being away from my children gave me plenty of time to think about motherhood in the abstract. When you’re deep in the parenting foxhole, it’s easy to get overwhelmed with the details. The daily grind leaves little mental energy for considering the big picture. One can only tell a small person to “Stop jumping on the couch!” or “Stop hitting...


Carving Out Time for Family

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On Sunday I slept until 11:30 am. Hyphenated Husband, god bless him, lets me sleep late every weekend. I was worn out from an already long weekend combined with the never-ending anxiety over my impending trip. (I leave on Friday morning. Jesus please don’t remind me.) As I laid in bed that morning scrolling through my phone, feeling guilty that...


Autism Therapy is Hard. Dealing with the School is Worse.

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Boy oh boy, do I feel like we have opened a can of worms by having my son diagnosed with Autism Spectrum Disorder. At first, you may remember, I was relieved that professionals were finally seeing what I was seeing and were agreeing that we needed help. In many ways, I still am. But I never dreamed how exhausting and...


3 Years Ago Today…

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Three years ago today, I was officially “overdue” with Jolene. My estimated due date was April 13th, 2011 and I’d been having contractions for weeks, but labor escaped my grasp each time. As the days lurched forward with Jolene tucked firmly on the inside, I grew more and more anxious that I might lose my homebirth. I remember wanting to...


Rockstar Ballerina.

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If you had asked me three years ago if I’d be buying my daughter a leotard and taking her to ballet class, I would have said, “Oh Jesus, no!” Or at least I would have said that I wouldn’t have been happy about it. We do the gender neutral thing, and yes I realize that gender neutral means, well, neutral,...


The Husband Gave Me a Hog.

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Back in the summer of 2005, HH and I were newly engaged and living in an ultra-hip area of the city called Wicker Park. This particular Chicago neighborhood is a highly walkable two square mile section just northwest of downtown. When we lived there, it was home to most of Chicago’s hipster artists and alt-rock music scenesters, with the Yuppie coterie...