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Black Friday Morning Snapshots

Written by Lee I am not a morning person. My man is. Thank God. What this means is that on weekends, or holidays, or any days when there is no school, he is awake with the kids and I am asleep in my cozy bed upstairs a million miles away from my mama duties. On some of these particular mornings, I will be awakened by screams of chaos and I will have absolutely not one millisecond to adjust from sleep to wake. And then my day tends to take on a general feeling of chaotic grumpiness. Not. Good. Other mornings, I will slowly emerge from my slumber to what I will...
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A mother seeking that ever-elusive sign

Written by Lee Am I succeeding at this mom thing? Am I? When will I see a clue, or catch a glimpse, just anything to tell me that I’m doing okay? When I worked it was easy. Producing television programs, starting something, and then finishing it. Working hard, being stressed, using my brain, interacting with the world, getting a pat on the back once in a while, working late, working long, but then done. A finished project. A feather in my hat. A line on my resume. Done. And done. As a mom, I am never done. And it’s taken me a while to figure that out. And...