Five little pumpkins

Wednesday was a busy day in a busy week of a busy month in a busy fall … you get the idea.  I had over-committed to volunteering in Quinn’s class, accidentally scheduling my mystery reader appearance in the morning and a regular volunteer session in the afternoon.  The kids had dentist appointments at 2:00 and…

The whole village

We have two extra treatments a day now, plus the regular nebulizer treatments every four hours.  The regimen has made a huge difference and it’s fun to watch Graham sleep like a normal baby, his hands thrown over his head in touch down pose, his breaths coming easily and quietly through his tiny nose.  The…

Learning curve

The nebulizer is running, propped by a blanket directly in front of his sleeping face.  I’m a pro now, three days in, no longer intimidated by the tubes, the mask, the humming machine, and the medicine.  I know to let him fall asleep first, after a bottle, so that he won’t scream and fight the…

On the line

The call came on Monday around 10:15.  My heart stopped beating for a moment and then restarted with a resounding whomp. The result is we will welcome a new member of our family tomorrow, if only for a short while. But that is starting the story of the last few weeks at the end.  Of…

Not really taking names, more like barely maintaining altitude

Our fall schedule is kicking my ass.  Does this happen to everyone, this phenomenon wherein something new is added to life and something has to go and it’s often a thing I value highly, but don’t absolutely need need, like to survive? I have a very part-time job this year, which I REALLY (almost shockingly)…

Something right

A gargantuan hobo spider guarded the steps to the basement early one morning last week.  It waved its two front legs alarmingly in the direction of the panicked huddle I had quickly formed with the children in the kitchen, out of scurry range, but with the beast still in sight. “We have to kill it,…

The unbearable sadness of being sad

There’s a picture from Labor Day last year.  It’s a shot of me and three close friends from an odd low perspective – probably because my Dad was in an old lawn chair too close to the ground. We’re seated in more rickety lawn chairs around a make-shift table in the middle of the mowed…

Gardening is just cleaning outside

Maybe a month ago, a new friend – more of an acquaintance whom I really wanted to like me – messaged to ask if I was interested in some plants for our flower beds.  She had a shade-loving green leafy plant growing so well in her garden that she needed to transplant some. I said…

What news, Ariadne?

Emails are rolling in now.  School supply lists, board meetings, orientations, Kindergarten round-up, back-to-school nights.  I feel a little sick with each new calendar entry, wondering – once again – where the hell the summer went.  This glorious, hot summer when my big kids turned eight and my baby turned four.  Eight years old. Only…

Topsy turvey

They fly down the hill in front of me in the center of our maple-shaded boulevard, feet off their pedals, collective shrieks of joy melded into one long clamorous note.  Their heads and gangly limbs make four points of an awkward star above their bicycles. The warnings press against the back of my throat. I…