The thermometer on the cooling device in my attic office currently reads 90 degrees. It’s not a long, contemplative blogging type of evening. Luckily, I don’t have to take much time to sound off about a particular abomination that was
It officially feels like summer now (in case you haven’t been able to tell from my posts this week). We’re heading into July, and the weather has been balmy — heck, even downright humid and sticky, some days, which is
I’m exhausted. We’re entering our third night of viral croup with poor L., and our fourth full day of potty training P. has just come to a close. I left work early today to take L. to the doctor for
Fridays as “fend nights” are not what they used to be. It used to be that on a “fend night,” I’d come home and help everybody figure out which leftovers they wanted. We’d heat things up, dish a little of
As anyone who’s read this blog even occasionally or lackadaisically knows, I’m on a constant quest to feed my family better. (And if you’re new here, hi, let me sum it up for you: I’m B., and I have incurable
In the grand scheme of roadblocks, unexpected events, and routine stuff that just makes you tired, last week was epic. We spent the long weekend for Memorial Day at my folks’ house, which is a few hours’ drive from us,
There are only so many ways for a blogger to say that the Great Time Argument — the “I don’t have time to cook” or “We don’t have time to sit down as a family” debate — is a fallacy.
L. has recently begun asking — no, begging — me to make borscht. No kidding. His favorite television show, since as long as I can remember, has been “The Backyardigans;” for those unfamiliar with it, it’s actually a pretty watchable