The other day, my son invited me to play “everyone’s on vacation but us.” We pretended to knock on a friend or family member’s door, and E shouts: They’re not here! They’re away! And we moved on to the next house.
It was depressing. Because IT’S HAPPENING RIGHT NOW.
We’re on Spring Break. And by Spring Break I mean the kids and I are at home, and Scott’s at work. But I’m at least going to send you guys away. To Richmondmom.com! Please? It’s my grown-up gig, and I would love to send her some love while I’m busy watching everyone else pack.
Click here: Playgrounds: Ruining The Fun One Child At A Time.
Where I name the six disasters that can occur on a playground with more than my two kids. Also, why I’m building one in my backyard.
Click here: Getting Fit, Quitter’s Style.
Where I give fitness tips. On how to fail at running and yoga and how elastic waistbands make it all better.
And if you live in town, the March/April Richmond Grid Magazine reprinted my piece: The Mom Who Wouldn’t Say I Love You. Pick it up at Martins and my house. Since you KNOW I have a few too many copies.
Have fun on your trip! Send me a postcard! So I can burn it in effigy.