Picture it: a mob of angry protesters gathered around a construction site, chanting at the workers who try to go on about their business. Security guards stand poised to intervene if necessary, asking protesters to back up and not touch the gate. The group’s leader presents one of the workers with a petition. Then, as if by magic, a bell rings and the protesters disperse. Recess is over and it’s time to go back to class. This was the scene (...Read More)
About SarahSarah is obviously in love with chaos, as she has actively sought it since her daughter "Princess" was born in 2006. A cross-country move when Princess was four months old landed her back in the Silicon Valley, where her computer geek husband, Hubby 1.0, could dwell with his kind. In 2007, she decided to go to graduate school, which she’s completing as slowly as possible. When her son, "Caveman," arrived in the fall of 2008, life just got more entertaining. An aspiring librarian, Sarah is often found at story time bribing Caveman to pay attention with granola bars and goldfish. She's also on a quest to find a haircut that requires absolutely no styling and still looks good on those days when a shower just doesn't happen. In her spare time, she picks up toys, does laundry, cooks, checks facebook obsessively, submits photos to "$*%# my Kids Ruined," and organizes play dates with a great group of moms who keep her sane.
I know this is nearly impossible to believe, but this summer I attended my 20th high school reunion. For reasons I do not understand, The Big Geek did not want to use up all of his vacation in Oklahoma listening to people say “fixin’ to” and mopping the sweat from his forehead at 8 a.m., so the kids and I flew out alone and he joined us for the weekend of the reunion. The flight out was not bad, (...Read More)
As you wait for the start, you do some preliminary stretches and warm up. You look around, sizing up the competition—amateurs. You have so got this! It’s almost time now: three, two, one, and you’re off! Where are you? Your local warehouse store, of course. If someone had told me pre-kids that I’d be one of those people lined up outside a warehouse club before they open, I’d have laughed. In fact, I was never a member of a warehouse (...Read More)
Ever notice that your children have NO sense of urgency when you need them to hurry, but if they decide they’d like another waffle while you’re in the bathroom it’s a matter of life or death?
On the first day of spring break the universe sent me Caveman’s pants that were soaked with pee (in the middle of a book store, awesome). On the second day of spring break the universe sent me two sleepovers (GO TO SLEEP!) and Caveman’s pants that were soaked with pee. On the third day of spring break the universe sent to me three art projects (NO GLITTER!), two sleepovers, and Caveman’s pants that were soaked with pee. On the fourth (...Read More)