Little Miss Neurotic

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The tile in our kitchen is not very comfy. How do I know this? I fainted during an anxiety attack and my back got to meet the tile personally. Let me paint a modern Normam Rockwell picture for you: it was four days before Christmas and I chose to let the kids eat whatever they wanted wherever they wanted because I was exhausted. So as the youngest kids ate their dinosaur chicken fingers in the living room, I sat in the dining room with my oldest daughter and her boyfriend.

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New Year, Same Old Bugaboo

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Years ago, I found my third-grade report card. In the comments section on the back, my teacher wrote: Talking in class and keeping her desk neat are Stacy’s two bugaboos. I felt that the teacher informed my parents of my weaknesses in a very polite, sweet way. Under my teacher’s comment, my mother responded in her typical no-nonsense way: There will be improvements or I want to know. (Cue ominous sounding music.)  

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