Commode To Joy

finding happy (even in the crappy)

Relief from a Sick Day

I came down with something nasty in the night and have been in bed ever since, with the exception of some runs to the bathroom. Thankfully, Mark was able to stay home from work today in order to relieve me of my parental responsibilities. This is one of those bugs that I can’t power through. I got a quick hello from Miller when he awoke for the day, and, after […]

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Dependent and Independent

“Mommy, come join us.” He’ll say, wanting me to sit next to him. Play these days involves me sitting and observing only. “Mommy, Noooo!!!” He insists if I reach for a toy. Being kept from playful participation AND productivity around the house – I could be cleaning up right now! – can feel like a forced timeout. He wants me close, but not too close. So there I sit (for a […]

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This Thing Called Life

I’ve been spending my spare time this week changing settings on my Facebook page to accommodate followers. I’m also prepping for some appearance changes to my blog. I look forward to minutes when I can sit down with my computer and focus on this aspect of my life. It excites me, and I feel good about it. We’re winding down on what has been a long work month for my […]

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From Sadmiration To Admiration

Do you ever catch yourself slipping  into “story mode” by rehashing a difficult time or a personal injustice? It could be about anything – health, finances, a former employer, an ex, or, in my case, parenting. Here lately, when asked how things are going with my son, I hear myself saying, “We’re in a really good groove.” It’s a true statement. I could stop there or elaborate on his awesomeness. Instead, I […]

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An Ode To Grandma Alice

That curly-haired woman watching her great-grandson play is my Grandma Alice. She’s lived on the same farm for six decades, and she still drives. As children, she let my brother, my cousins, and I drink as much Pepsi as we wanted, and she let us eat from her Snickers stash, which was, and still is, in the bottom drawer of the fridge because she likes them cold. She let us […]

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