Today I’m posting my Thank You Journal at Alli ‘n Son’s blog. Please hop on over there to read my post, “Looking on the Positive Side of Life.” (My mother would be shocked! Me? Positive?) While you’re there, look around. It’s a pretty fun place. As I mentioned in a previous post, I’ve given an [...]
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My first post for An Attitude Adjustment was written on January 15 of this year. I remember composing it in our basement playroom while Mr. B messed around with his trucks. Missy Mae was sleeping in her swing. I hit “publish” with a little thrill of excitement. I had begun something new, something I had [...]
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I’m picky about children’s literature. I read through the selection at the library to make sure I agree with the message before we borrow it. Occasionally, of course, I find a dud, like the one about a little boy getting a big bed in his new house. It seemed like it would be great until [...]
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Woman-Talk: Why are those clothes crumpled in a pile on the rug? Man-Talk: Because I folded them. __ Woman-Talk: Didn’t you wear that shirt yesterday? Man-Talk: I don’t know. Maybe. __ Woman-Talk: Thanks for doing the dishes. But…. Didn’t you just use that sponge to wipe the floor? Man-Talk: Yup! (Goes about business.) __ Woman-Talk: [...]
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You’ve seen it. It creeps in just after baby (sometimes, before). It’s a feeling as much as a physical reality. The weight, the burden, the hotness lying on your newly stretched and stained skin. It keeps you from moving, from feeling free. It’s your hair. And it needs to be gone. All of it. In [...]
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The fourth of July has become, for me, a fabulously simple weekend, fabulous because it’s three whole days, and simple because I just stay around the house. See, I have this problem? With weekends? This problem where I put a lot of pressure on them? To be fabulous? When Mr. B was born, I used [...]
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Then: Wake up at 8, 8:30, 9. Stare at the ceiling. Get out of bed any damn time I feel like it. Now: Wake up at 5. Nudge husband. Listen to the floors creak as he walks downstairs to make a bottle. Hope he doesn’t wake Mr. B. Listen to him tiredly climb the stairs [...]
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