It’s Just a Parking Space

parking space “So, what do you think about lunch next week?” my friend asks me over the phone. We had been catching up while I drove north to the West Plano Costco. I love Costco. Sam’s is great, too. But we had weekend visitors headed our way. One of which happens to be my father-in-law who has a fetish for the Kirkland brand Cashew Crunch. I might have a fetish myself and an appreciation to be able to blame my father-in-law for stocking the house. “Oh my word – “ I cut her off. “Someone just took the parking spot I have been waiting for. Seriously, I was waiting with my blinker the entire time that lady was loading her car and putting away the cart. I can’t believe someone would pull in front of me.” “How rude!” my friend commiserated. “I know … Can you believe?!” But, I shrugged it off. “Whatever. There’s a guy coming up to

Wave Etiquette

queen+wave I love summer so much. The only thing I don’t love … well, there might be two things – are the heat (106 today – hey, our winters rock!) and the way days zip by. They begin and end almost before you blink. At least that’s what I think. I know some might be weary from the onslaught of “I’m bored”s, but I love having nothing to do. Which leaves me wondering how summer could fly by so quickly. Maybe my love for summer also has something to do with my disdain for carpool. Which I’ve discovered is not so much about the driving, but about the sitting and the waiting. I’m still driving this summer. We have a not-so-close-to-our-house swim team, summer school for my studier and a summer job in an office building that isn’t friendly to bike transportation. So despite my bad attitude

Motherhood-Induced ADD

square wreath Diagnosis of ADHD with one of our kids a few years ago explained a lot. Since the kid had little if no physical manifestations of meandering thoughts, it never dawned on us until dysgraphia entered the picture that the kid struggled to keep it together. Needless to say, once diagnosed, we’ve had many moments of “no wonder….” I’ve decided he got it from me. He must have. For me, Attention Deficit Disorder all started about the time I became a mom. Well maybe not at first, but once number 2, then 3, for sure 4, and definitely 5 (Ed: 5!!! Kay you are my hero.) came along I far passed any semblance of “normal” (but that’s another story), and I find myself full-fledged disordered. In fact, it’s amazing I get anything done.   For instance, last Friday I set out to find my phone (…it’s a shame that thing isn’t connected

The Mother’s Bill of Rights

bill of rights Sorry to have been MIA last week. We had quite the moving experience. (More on that later.) As we sit at the cusp of our nation’s greatest privilege – exercising the right to vote – might we take a moment to consider our foundational rights. And while we do, let’s pause for another moment to recognize the often unspoken rights of motherhood: We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all mothers are created special; that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty, the pursuit of Happiness,… and then some. The Right to “Eat the First One” Upon opening a bag of food, or passing sacks from the driver’s seat to the rear of the car, a mother has the right to say and subsequently do the following: “I’m just going to eat one…” This
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