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Try Hard
T was sitting alone on the side of the tennis court, legs and arms pretzeled together to make himself as small as possible. I walked onto the court with C’s balance bike and passed Z. “He just said he...
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Suck City
When does life stop feeling like high school? Kindergarten drop off and pick up are quickly becoming my least favorite times of the day. T has been doing much better. We have the timing down to a...
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Happily Wrong and Happily Running and Unhappily Anxious
Sometimes there are happy endings. The person in the ambulance? The one I was sure died in the park on September 10th? I was wrong. She lived. She was saved by her soccer coach and she lived. I still...
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Better Parenting Through….Running?
“I’m not talking to you until Christmas!” T whined. “Fantastic!” I snapped back. “Mooooooooom. Why can’t I bring three lego guys to school?” “Nope. Nope. You said you weren’t talking to me. Why are you...
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I DID IT!!!!
I ran a half marathon. I ran a half marathon. Me. A half marathon. It was awesome. “Out of all of us can you believe I was the one to do this?” I asked my dad. “Well,” he said, “While we were waiting...
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Drop Off
“So remember, I’m not going help…” He cut me off. “I know, I know, Mom. I am going to put my stuff in my cubby myself. Easy-peasy lemon squeezy!” Easy-peasy lemon squeezy is something his most...
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Running While Anxious
Before joining the masses at the start of the half marathon last October I took half of a benzo. To run 13.1 miles in a crowd of other people I had to take a controlled substance that works as a...
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Crisis of Confidence
My body rebelled as soon as my feet hit the treadmill. I spun around and darted down the stairs and back to the locker room to swallow some Imodium and rush to the toilet. A few minutes later I forced...
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