It was bound to happen eventually. I did it to my mother, after all. It’s practically a family tradition now. Let me back up. I was in that place between sleep and consciousness, where I knew I needed to get up, but I was still relishing those last few minutes of shut-eye. Little Man was… Continue reading Well, good morning to you, too!
My son and I went on a trip last week to St. Louis, to visit my parents and friends. On our second day we visited my friend Alexandra. About a block from her house I heard Moshe coughing in the backseat. I thought to myself, “Oh, he just took an extra-big swig of water.” Then… Continue reading Being a Mommy
I heard an interview with John Lithgow on NPR‘s Around Noon where he mentioned the early retirement of his mother from an acting career because she was raising four children and it was the fifties and that was what was done back then (super-paraphrasing there). Seemingly innocuous comments like that usually get me thinking about… Continue reading Donna Reed, Bree VanDeKamp, and the concept of wifely duties
The disaster which was his room was tormenting my organizational side. The room was hit by a combo of traveling/holiday/guests/growth spurt/season change. So basically, it was messy, disorganized and in desperate need of an update. There I was, working, a lot, more than I should have been. I was trying to keep up with the… Continue reading Keeping up with the Moshe
This is what consumes my day. Plans, planning to plan, revising plans, feeling guilty about not planning enough, or not accomplishing what was planned etc. There are seemingly little things, like remembering to move the laundry to the dryer so I don’t have to wash it again, or bringing the right color pen to rehearsal… Continue reading Plans and Planning
Well, well, well. Here we are at the end of May. I have a baby and a ridiculously clean kitchen. Sure, those items may seem totally disconnected. And maybe they are. But it’s Motzei Shabbos, and all my dishes are clean, the diapers are on their second cycle in the washer, the floor is mopped… Continue reading things rattling around in my head at 1:15 a.m.
Getting adjusted to not working has been a more formidable task than I realized it would be. The amount of self-discipline it takes to get up in the morning and get things . . . done, well, it’s more than I’m currently displaying. Slowly, slowly, I’m becoming more productive, but it’s at a ridiculously slow… Continue reading Slacker….