Friday, March 19, 2010

Week 11

Friday, March 12, 2010
My accountant will be so pleased.
I actually got our tax info to her before April 14th.

Saturday, March 13, 2010
There’s nothing better then
sipping on Manhattan’s with friends.
Oh, and to be child-free for the night!

Sunday, March 14, 2010
Why is it that simple car repairs
always take multiple trips to the parts store
and ten times the original allotted time?

Monday, March 15, 2010
I am in a drug-induced state of fog
that two cups of coffee and a diet coke cannot shake.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Six-dozen brownies cooked – check.
Fifteen tomatoes diced – check.
Small two-year-old child – um, seems to be missing.

Wednesday, March 17, 2010
“I was the first baby and this is what I’ve been reduced to.
A dress-up toy.”

Thursday, March 18, 2010

I'm planning and scheming a
new office make-over to boost my creativity.
Or maybe I’m just stalling.

Friday, March 12, 2010

Week 10

Friday, March 5, 2010

The lights glimmer against the night sky,

all is quiet in the car as I board a ferry for thirty-six hours

of writing and pampering with my parents.

Saturday, March 6, 2010

One tantalizing word, precisely placed,

creates the difference between good and brilliant.

Sunday, March 7, 2010

Lights, camera, action . . . dresses.

Good friends, good food, and a little bit of chaos.

Monday, March 8, 2010

It’s possible that our two year old is somehow channeling

Shaun White’s mojo as he carried his

two-wheeled bike up cement steps and was plotting the ride back down.

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

I don’t know about you, but I find a semi-conscious state

often delivers some of the freshest ideas.

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Sometimes it takes one of us being sick to slow us down —

to enjoy sitting on the floor and playing games.

Thursday, March 11, 2010

Up way too early, work piled on top of work,
car dead at the preschool parking lot,
two-year-old lands us at the doctor’s with an ear infection,
cranky boys, dinner, walk the dog . . .
finally, the day releases me to sleep.

Friday, March 5, 2010

Week 9

Friday, February 26, 2010
The four-year-old to his dad,
“Mommy and I decided that Dude (the dog)
can only have one real boss, and that’s probably you.”
Dad’s reply, “It’s good to know I’m the boss of someone.”

Saturday, February 27, 2010

Runny noses everywhere . . .
there is not enough tissue in the house.

Sunday, February 28, 2010

Nothing like a little shop-therapy
from the enjoyment of your girlfriend’s living room!

Monday, March 1, 2010

March 1st?
Seriously, where did the first two months of the year go?

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

What kind of mom, takes this kind of picture?
Bad. Bad. (But kind-of funny . . .)

Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Nestled together on the bed, the boys and I,
reading books in our jammy-joes. Bliss.

Thursday, March 4, 2010

For the record, if you live in the City of Lake Forest Park,
and your son dials 9-1-1 and hangs up,
they are kind enough to come visit . . . sheez.