I woke up a little hazy this morning after chasing Landon back to bed at the following hours: midnight, 2:00, 3:30, 6:00 and 7:00 AM. He has been sneaking out of his room and crawling into bed with my parents…Doing so at the crack of dawn not to mention multiple times at night wasn’t the [...]
Monday mornings are always a shock to my system after the leisurely pace of the weekend. I usually stumble out to the kitchen, bleary-eyed and confused, and stare dumbly into the fridge and pantry for about 10 minutes, hoping for breakfast inspiration.
This morning, I was very thankful that I found Jiffy blueberry muffin mixes at [...]
Like Mother, Like Daughter. We are a family who live in Central Massachusetts. My husband is a Boston Irish Catholic from a big family. His upbringing was smack dab in the middle of respectable Catholic America, not untinged by 60s unrest.
I am about as different from him as you can get: I’m an only child, my parents are divorced, my father was an immigrant from Egypt, I was raised on the cutting edge of the feminist/relativist/sexual self-fulfillment/diversity revolution. My upbringing was smack dab in the middle of 70s hippie snotty know-it-all America, not untinged by anomie.
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