Home and back… to home?

A trip is something you take with your kids. A vacation is something you go on without them. This past week I crossed six time zones, twice, in a matter of five days. Thank goodness it was a vacation and not a trip. I might not have survived. I think I’ve been conditioned and spoiled…

I’ve been fine

Really. All day. Then a twitter notification popped up on my phone from Peter in regards to Briarmeadow’s back-to-school professional development. Annnndddd I lost it. Rewashing the dishes that were once clean and now have big, salty tear drops on them. Damnit. I made it all the way to 5 PM without shedding a tear….

Goodbyes are sad…

“…beginnings are scary, endings are usually sad, but it’s the middle that counts the most.” – Hope Floats My lovely friend reminded me of this quote yesterday in between sharing hilarious clips of her life with children and our shared internal dialogue that surely it’s not too early to start drinking. She saved me from…