I forced my kids to get along … and it worked (kinda … maybe)

… I come in, listen a bit about what the problem is, and solve it quickly by giving the toy back to the original handler or helping to rebuild the knocked down project, which solves the problem quickly so we can move on. At best, maybe I am modeling how to solve each problem, but mostly I am just problem solving and they are just watching, waiting to see if whatever injustice their sibling bestowed upon them will be righted.

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Bodhisattvas

When I was sixteen years old, a series of poor choices resulted in my getting arrested. The punishment designated by the court was 100 hours of community service, overseen by Reverend William T. Federici of First Congregational Church.  Unphased and unrepentant, I showed up (late, of course) for my first day of service straight from the beach: barefoot, sand covered, and bathing suit clad.  Rev. Federici said not a word about what brought me to his office, and set about drawing me a diagram detailing the direct connection between the mind and the heart.  He explained something called “the heart of the perfection of wisdom,” and advised that I needed not just to open, but to empty the negative thoughts cluttering my mind.  For a disaffected teenager, it was quite a concept.

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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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My Husband is Not My Best Friend

You know that often heard sentiment, “Marry your best friend”? or “My spouse is my best friend”? I hate those sayings. Is your spouse really your best friend? Really? Because mine is certainly NOT my best friend.

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The day that I realized that I am a badass

And then it came. “Mommy, I have to go poop.”  The dreaded words of any newly potty trained child.  Because “I have to go poop” does not simply mean “I have to go poop.”  It really means, “I had to go poop twenty minutes ago, so THIS.IS.AN.EMERGENCY.”

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