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Brown bear, brown bear
My baby read a book to me today. She’s in Florida with my mom for the rest of the month and although I feel her absence, I’m still able to enjoy the sudden abundance of free time. I get to mosey home after work, no more mad dash to her day care. I’m decorating, meeting friends for dinner, sleeping in on the weekend. There are no little messes to clean up, no crumbs scattered around the house or sticky finger prints on the furniture. There are definitely perks, but there is also a dull pain. It’s muted most of the time, but when I hear that squeaky voice over the…
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Joy in the Morning
My daily routine has been upturned, altered, disrupted. For the last three years, it’s primarily been my husband’s responsibility to get our daughter off to day care in the morning. I picked her up in the afternoon. That’s the way we rolled, unless Daddy was out of town, but recently Daddy’s erratic work schedule has Mommy (a.k.a. me) pulling both shifts. It’s been a hard adjustment. I’m used to getting up and getting myself ready in utter silence, then pulling out of the garage with just enough minutes left to make it to work on time. But suddenly I have the pleasure of tantrums and mood swings in the morning.…
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Italian Chicken Melt
Sometimes I have days when I am so uninspired to cook. Friday was one of those days. It’s the end of the week, I’d spent a couple of dreadful hours shopping for groceries (with my 3-year-old) and when I got home, my husband had eagerly taken out some ground chicken. It was fully defrosted and sitting on the counter next to some boxed au gratin potatoes. “Um, why’d you take this out?” I said. “Oh, I thought you were gonna cook,” he replies. I tried to ignore it but he kept asking what’s for dinner. So the wheels were churning in my imagination. And I kept thinking about what to…
