I’m halfway out the door already today with one full day of work left before I’m “off” for the next two weeks.
TL;DR my mother’s mother is on home hospice. My daughter is named after her. So I’m grabbing girl twin and running to the States to introduce them and say goodbye.
I’m still… finding it… difficult to think about?
One of my earliest memories is attending my great grandmother’s funeral and seeing my mom cry.
I was thoroughly confused.
But now MY grandmother is in hospice and I am….
I’m still in shock.
Continue reading “Big Breath In. Big Breath Out. Repeat.”
So I’m totally back publishing this post to Tuesday, cause, DAMNIT, I was sick.
And not just me – the entire family – all five of us – has a cold that’s just enough that on Monday after I went to the gym, I was literally falling down dizzy.
And just enough that Girl Twin can’t sleep through the night. Just enough that Boy Twin has ELEVENS.
Just enough that P is snoring All Night Long.
Just enough that S is also getting up in the night, but he has a big boy bed and can just get up and walk into our room and talk.
Throughout the night.
Continue reading “And I’m Still A Bit Sick, If I’m Honest”
Tuesday, THURSDAY, Leander.
Not Tuesday, Whenever The Fuck You Get Around To It.
But sometimes we miss a deadline and it’s shockingly not the end of the world, eh?
This is one of those moments.
I’ve managed this morning schedule for a few weeks now:
Up at 06:45, make two bottles, prop the twins, set up the four year old, S, with filmpjes, brush teeth, shower, and dress myself in three point four two seconds, dress S and get him downstairs eating breakfast, grab a twin, dress them and buckle them into a carseat with a cookie, repeat with the second twin, make S’ lunch, pack his backpack, get shoes and coats on everyone, and pile into the car.
S and I get dropped off at school – P takes the twins to daycare and continues with his day – I trick S into embracing his fate and then walk to a local cafe for breakfast, entirely too much caffeine and a couple of hours of writing.
THE PERFECT WORLD.
Continue reading “What Day Is It, Anyway?”
Back in the States, ‘rush hour’ refers to one of my favourite Jackie Chan movies as well as the hell that is a morning and evening commute to and from work made only slightly less miserable by the sweet soothing sounds of NPR while here in the Netherlands, rush hour TRAFFIC is so lame that you’re never actually STOPPED on the highway AT ALL.
Even if there’s a giant flaming bus by the side of the road and all cars are diverted to side roads.
Strangely specific example is strangely specific.
Los Angeles California and Atlanta Georgia COMPETE for Worse Traffic In The States and not only did I used to live and WORK in Atlanta, but I once had to change a flat tire on a Dodge Dakota Club Cab on the bottom highway of Spaghetti Junction DURING RUSH HOUR.
But in the Netherlands?
Rush hour ALSO refers to the chaos of the morning and the evening that exists when One Has Children.
And YESSSSS it is Exactly That Bad.
Continue reading “Navigating the Rush Hour”
Ideally this posts are written in batches and then scheduled to be published at future dates and times but I’m SO NOT THERE YET.
Don’t try to write while also letting the television play if you’re Rain Leander cause you’ll be CONSTANTLY DISTRACTED. I mean, some people can do it?
But not I.
But the reboot of Sabrina the Teenage Witch is SO GOOD.
/me pauses the show so that she can write…
Continue reading “Who Publishes On Wednesdays, I Mean Come On”