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Strep Child

I should know to be wary of any day that promises hours of child-free productivity.

After weeks of togetherness, everybody was scheduled to be back at school today. Freedom was in sight. In reach. Tastable. It was just going to be me, a laptop, and a very large, watery iced coffee.

Instead, it was just me, a man with a hacking-cough, his rather sour-smelling companion and several specimens of the Bronx’s very best, all crammed into the waiting room of my local Urgent Care (one more time and I get that free latte).

Frances has strep for the third time this school year.

We survived urgent care, came home and she promptly threw up on my favorite cushions.

Now Frances is a relatively easy kid, at least by the standards of my brood, which admittedly have been set rather low. But she cannot, for the life of her, go into a room, other than the bathroom, alone. When there are siblings around she can often convince (read: bribe) them into keeping her company. When it’s just the two of us, the day is a sequence of me following her around, or visa versa.

Have I mentioned that she is the ONLY child with her own room? Yeah, that makes buckets of sense.

The only thing I did today worth noting was eat my weight in chocolate, shower (sort of), and not totally lose my shit when it felt like I had grown another (streppy, overly dramatic) shadow.

There’s a medal in there somewhere, right?



Filed under children, New York City, parenting, work from home, working from home

Separate This.

I’m packing the boys up for summer camp, which means the room that used to be my office now looks something like this:

IMG_2267[1].. and this:


Bennett leaves first — on Sunday. It looks like I’m going to be a pretty pathetic empty-nester, because I’ve actually convinced myself that I’ll miss the little bugger. I wonder if I’ll be glad to see him go on Sunday or just really glad to rid my office of the mountains of cheap t-shirts, sharpie pens and crap I hope and pray does not come back from camp with him. (Consequently, if life has taught me anything it’s this: I am certain that the only things he’ll lose are the things I wish he wouldn’t… and all that Walmart crap will make its way home with him. I just know it.)

I think he’s trying to make the separation easier for me by driving me absolutely bat-shit with all his creatures. I’m glad that hamster up and died last week because as it is, I’m going to spend the month playing Dr. Doolittle to the rabbit and the effing tadpole.

The tadpole, by the way, lives in this palatial tub, which until this Sunday was used to house some of the clothes Fiona had grown out of that will one day be Sidney’s:


Those clothes are now in a heap on the basement floor. Oh, and that little terracotta pot was going to be used to grow a dahlia but apparently tadpoles need homes within homes.

I haven’t even mentioned that he’s got me ordering ALGAE TABLETS for it on Amazon and this afternoon I found him boiling a beautiful head of butter lettuce on the stove top.


“Tadpoles like boiled lettuce,” he said.

Do they now? Do they need a whole head of fresh butter lettuce because I’ve got a few leaves of some wilting crap at the back of the fridge. Goodbye, fresh salad.

Yesterday it was kale. Goodbye, green smoothie.

His last words to me before bed last night were: “You need to cut the bunny’s nails while I’m away.”

Come again?

You could clearly do a lot worse than to be a pet in this house.


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