Archives for August 2010


I remember the first time I heard someone call my child “Stupid”.  My child, the one who had never had an unkind word spoken over her in her life. (This was before the arrival of siblings.  Boy, was that a game changer.) 

I remember the questioning tilt of her head, brown curls against grey sky, and I remember that word, that awful word “Stupid”.  It felt like my stomach was turning inside out, and I might cry, and if I could just get to a bar of soap fast enough I would show that child and his mouth a thing or two about stupid. 

I remember it like it was yesterday, but it wasn’t yesterday, and there have been other words and wounds in the years since.  And I tell you, every time, my reaction is the same.  Only now I can’t say “How about we go home?” or “If I were that kid’s mother I’d….” because she knows better.  She knows that a bar of soap won’t do her any good, and that the only words that matter are her own. 

Es gibt kein schlechtes Wetter, nur die verkehrte Kleidung! (there is no bad weather, just the wrong clothing)


Meet my newest running partners. 
I assure you in my wildest dreams I never imagined that I would someday look forward to training for a marathon, in a foreign country, amongst manure and bathtub troughs.  It defies everything I’ve ever believed about myself.  It makes me wonder what other surprises are tucked away just waiting for their chance to surface?

A cure-all

I’d like to post more, I really would.  Life has taken me for a bit of a ride lately, and while back to school season is welcome, I’m finding it hard to think of a way to describe it, that doesn’t include bullet points.

-try to remember to pick up the kids at the bus stop
-try again
-more laundry
I don’t like it when my life takes on the look of a to-do list, and I consistently have that hazy, unsettled feeling as if I’m supposed to be doing something but I’m not exactly sure what (something like picking up my children from the bus stop!) .  I think the remedy might lie in a little more sleep, a consistent schedule, and a good book.  
Therefore, I’m prescribing myself a lie-in and a good book this weekend, with nary a list in sight.

PS I am aware that it is only Thursday.  I like to be a forward thinker.  Especially when not moving from my spot on the sofa might be involved.       

A Back to School list

Ten things I did on my first day home alone that a) did not include a harrowing trip to Ikea and b) did not include my hubs staying home to “keep me company”.

1. Lamented the fact that there are no more babies to love on during the day.  This lasted approximately three minutes.
2. Four loads of laundry.  
3. Updated my sidebar.  I finally got around to putting up some of the blog links that I frequent/stalk regularly.  Check ’em out, they’re worth a few clicks.
4. Consumed my weight in carbohydrates.  Why can’t I resist the siren’s call of refined wheat and empty calories?  
5. Lamented the fact that I didn’t run today.  See number four.  This also lasted about three minutes. 
6.  Sent off various emails, permission slips (for a three day school trip for my sixth grader, heaven help me), and composed more (inane) lists.
7.  Walked to the bakery for a loaf of bread at which point I promptly forgot how to say “I’d like…” or “please” in German.  Note to self, pointing and grunting is considered rude in some cultures.  Second note to self “danke” doesn’t really make up for said pointing and grunting.
8. Completed an essay submission.  Details to follow.
9.  Got annoyed when Michael tried to add things to my To Do List via telephone.  Can’t he see that I have a list already?  I mean, seriously, who else is going to eat these muffins?
10.  Repeat number one.  This is weird, and freeing, and kinda horrible/wonderful all at once. 
What’s on your list?