After we’d cleared out all that old crap at our garage sale last weekend (which I’ll write about once I’ve recovered), I was hoping that some new energy (money, say, or large gifts) would flow our way. What I got instead was another fight! Or The Same Old Fight! The details of which I will [...]
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What’s Behind Door #1? Anger! Fear! Anger! Fear!
OK, last one on the Code book, I promise. Now that we’ve addressed the over-parenting argument, let’s look at where it came from: your childhood! Ding, ding, ding–that’s right, you win! (Pull open door #1, Monty! What’s that? You just won a trip to the psychiatric ward?! Ha ha, me too! I’ll be seeing you [...]
How to Kick Your Resentment and Stop Scorekeeping
On Friday, I found out I had walking pneumonia and boy did that stir some stuff up on the home front. Ken’s been going through his own chronic illness stuff recently, so I’d been trying to give him some extra downtime so he can feel better. But on Friday night, I realized just how resentful [...]
Our Own Little Ecosystem
Our goal this weekend was to relax. Ha. As if that’s actually even possible these days. In the past 48 hours, we had all of two moments of relative calm (yes, I counted). Meaning the kids weren’t pushing all of our buttons, Ken and I weren’t pissed at each other and we’d both decided to [...]
This One’s for Nico
Nico’s epic bout with the stomach flu this week has gotten me thinking a lot about how I interact with my children. I don’t think there’s anything that flattens me as easily as watching my child struggle with a nasty sickness. What made this week different from a regular, run-of-the-mill illness was watching my independent, [...]
Oh, My Aching Kid-and-Hubby-Addled Brain
Well, now that I’ve spent the last few posts complaining about all the ways my hubby drives me crazy, it’s only fair that I call myself onto the mat as well. Plus it’s probably time to do what my “reboot this marriage” tag line says and start trying to fix some of this stuff. Sad [...]
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I'm a part-time writer who works from home, alongside my work-from-home hubby and our two boys, ages 5 and 3. Welcome to our crazy little space shuttle! Tanja Pajevic
