It took two short weeks of sitting in Sunday School together for Dick and I to paint ourselves as faith-deficient troublemakers. (At BYU, this length of time was usually unnecessary; everyone knows that English majors like to ask critical questions.) The teacher today was very nice about it. He probably made a mistake in acknowledging [...]
On Monday Susan almost got ran over by a minivan in the parking lot of Costco. It was lunchtime, I had just picked up the girls from preschool, Susan was in dire need of the potty, I was in a rush to pick up some photo prints and get back up the hill (nine miles) [...]
Today I told Dick: the thing I hated most about my childhood was having to be quiet when my dad needed to sleep.
It was selfish. My dad was in a Navy residency program back in the draconian doctor days, and he needed his sleep. I don’t even remember how often we had to be quiet, [...]
My little sister Karin called Friday morning. I didn’t recognize her voice at first so I wondered why some chick’s opening line was “Are you at your computer?” especially since it’s not like I’m always in front of my computer. So I couldn’t look up Jay’s Treaty on the Wikipedia for her as she did [...]
On my post about joining the Bad Mother camp, our good friend Josh left a comment that ends:
It’s funny. “Bad Fathers,” I think, are men who suffer from strained (or non-existent) relationships with their children. “Bad Mothers,” it seems, are women who suffer from strained relationships with other women.
At first I thought this was the [...]
Several months ago I wrote an impassioned argument against the Bad Mother Manifesto. I felt that proudly proclaiming oneself a “Bad Mother” as a way of standing up against (admittedly insane though often-projected) societal expectations was unproductive and defensive. I even went so far as to say that the kind of women who couldn’t shrug [...]
Lately the liking has come easier. I always love the baby (the almost-3-year-old baby) who clogs my toilet with half a roll of toilet paper and comes to me with questions like “Mom, can you get this out of my ear?”
I always love the middle child (the almost-5-year-old middle child) who, when we dropped her [...]