Life With Boys

Dinner at our house is always and event. An event where we prod children to eat, not to throw food on the floor, to chew with the mouth closed. So, should I have been at all surprised when Morgan took his meatball half and started to push it around the table and tell me it’s… Continue reading

Seems I’m not following (as usual).Last night we had Popsicles for snack. Tyler pitched a fit and wouldn’t eat his. Instead he broke it. I in turn took it away and sent him to his room to chill out.When I went up later and explained why he can’t lose his temper about what snack he… Continue reading

I’m sitting here eating what must be my 30th bowl of oatmeal and figured I’d take a few minutes to fill everyone in on what has been such an exciting week.Matt has upgraded my condition from “Freak Show” to simply “nasty.”Here’s the story:I’d been on Lamictal for 22 days. I missed my dose on Wednesday… Continue reading

Hello – To cut the story short, ourt trip to Vegas was a disaster. I ended up having a severe allergic reation to a new anti-depressant (lamictal) and ended up in the hospital for several days. I was released yesterday afternoon and we straight to my dermatologist here this morning. They have me on a… Continue reading

I’m missing my boys so much and I’m so afraid that the way I look is going to scare them — it scares most adults — they’ve been looking at me like I’m a leper – Like I’ll give them this skin disease that will take over their life — That I will make their… Continue reading

These last few days int he hospital, I’ve been forced to take another look at the world.Maybe it’s too many episodes of Extreme Makeover and Miracle Workers, but all this time trapped in a bed forces you to evaluation everything.I’ve been repeatedly forced to evaluate the world around me. Yes, so far this year had… Continue reading

Tyler: “When I get big can i fly a jet?”Me: “If you want to sure.”Tyler: “Can it be a red rocket?”Me: “OK”Tyler: “And then I an fly really fast and win the big trophy.”Me: “Can we go with you?”Tyler: “No, the rocket is too small.”Me: “Won’t you get lonely?”Tyler: “Well I guess there is room… Continue reading

Before I get one more call, please remember that which is written in a time of grief, is just that and sometimes it just needs a place to go. I am under the care of a very good Doc and an even better therapist and I’m working through all of this.And we’re all going to… Continue reading

Despite my many attempts to tell him that I saw this coming before Mom even passed away, he’s seeing me as the spoiled daughter who won’t let him get on with this life. And he’s upset that I’m not jumping for joy about this. It’s not because it’s too soon (but the thought has crossed… Continue reading

When Tyler has been out playing hard he comes in and tells me he’s feeling “slutty.” (sweaty) Continue reading