My new normal is 15 pounds heavier. I’m not writing this because I’ve embraced that. I’m writing this because I think it’s time to. Because here’s the thing: I’m the only one who seems to be bothered by the number on the scale. My husband doesn’t seem to mind. Quite the opposite, actually. Even after all…Continue Reading “My New Normal Is 15 Pounds Heavier”
Last night I drank too much wine and cried for the end of my son’s childhood. Tomorrow morning I’ll receive an email with my 11 year old’s 6th grade schedule. Not his teacher. His schedule. All summer I’ve been listening to his voice crack and we’ve been giggling about it together. In the past year…Continue Reading “Thoughts On My Son Entering Middle School”
The suit, friends, was made by Swim Solutions. Swim Solutions? Seriously? This is where I am in my life right now? I need a “solution” to my swimming “problem?”It’s like my husband is going to holler, “Hey, the kids and I are going swimming; come join us,” and my response will now have to be, “Oh, that sounds terrible. What a predicament. Oh wait, I think I have a solution,” as I pull on my bathing suit.