The hardest thing is leaving her.When she was only a baby and then a toddler, I left her every day so I could go to work. She would cry. So sad, so scared, so lost. I would sit patiently with her in the daycare, waiting until she seemed a little more comfortable, until maybe she turned her back to pick up a toy, and then I would scurry away, hoping not to hear the despairing cry: "MOMMY!" when she realized I had left her there again. I'd run out the door and I'd sit beside my husband in the car... More »

I woke up this morning (after only not quite six hours of sleep) in a cold sweat. Now, that may be peri-menopause (I have been waking in a sweat with alarming frequency lately) or it may be the sad, messy, disorganized and basically just time-crunched state of my life at present.Here is my craft studio, after my kids made a craft of their own (which they promised to clean up after. Yeah, right!):And here is my messy family room, still waiting to be tidied after the Easter egg hunt frenzy:And some of the Easter basket detritus seems to have migrated... More »