Author: Abby Kelly

School’s Over, and So is My Life

These kids need to eat lunch. Every. Single. Day. They also generate twice as much dirty laundry when they’re home, use the bathrooms a lot more (ew), and I suspect they’re breeding fidget spinners.

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Thank You Notes? No Thank you.

I have a confession. My kids haven’t written thank you notes in two years, and it’s killing me. After each of my children’s birthday parties, I carefully compile the obligatory list of gifts and guests, always with great intentions. Then I put the list on my desk and it sits there. Forever. A few birthdays ago, I managed to get two thank you notes into the mail, and I’m certain that the moms of those two kids thought I really had my shit together. When I was growing up, I always wrote thank you notes. My mom insisted, and...

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Forgive Me, I’m a Morning Person

I wish the whole day could be morning. No, I’m totally serious. To me, morning feels fresh, new, and alive. My thinking is clear and focused, my motivation is high, and my pace is quick. In college, I was the only one who voluntarily took 8am classes. I’d roll out of bed, shower, and, on the coldest of winter days, walk out of my dorm with wet hair, and into class with frozen hair. In grad school, I woke up at 5am to write papers and work on projects. It may sound crazy to all you “night” people, but...

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Tethered to the House

About eight weeks ago, I was in one of “those moods.” You know the feeling – wondering if anyone would clean the toilets if I didn’t, or if my middle schooler would ever shower if my husband were in charge. Would anyone come looking for clean underpants if I wasn’t here? Can I just get off this freaking treadmill for a minute? I describe this as feeling “tethered to the house,” and my husband knows that when I use these words, he should sit down and listen, which he did. But this time it was different. This time, I...

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Birth Order is Real

I have two sets of children. The first set, a girl and a boy, were carefully planned, exactly 2 years apart. The second set, not so much. We wanted a third child, but gave up after years of heartbreak. Months later, it somehow happened, and then it split in half. This brought identical twins to me at age 41, my total number of children to four, and my brain to oatmeal.  I now have four amazing children spanning two generations. This age gap creates all sorts of fun, but it’s also required me to become very creative in my...

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