Here it is, New Year’s Eve. I’m a 43 year old working mother of young kids. My idea of a New Year’s Eve party? A slumber party. And not the kind where a bunch of giggling girls huddle in sleeping bags watching scary movies and …
It’s after midnight on the night before Christmas, and all of the presents are finally wrapped. The kids are asleep, all snug in their beds, with visions of… chickens? dancing in their heads… It was Thursday today, and so, with the kids being on Christmas …
“Oh, will you look at those numbers, they’re terrible. I’m so sorry, doctor. I’m not your model patient, anymore,” she said, as she perched on the edge of my exam table in her flimsy gown, her dark eyes bright with the sheen of tears.* “Goodness, don’t …
There was no Christmas spirit in our house today. Babyboy was awake coughing most of last night, Hubby left with the team this morning, and I’m still pretty wiped out from my own bout with strep this week. Somehow, I managed to delay that diagnosis, …
It was just two weeks ago that I wrote about Babygirl’s nasty streptococcal pharyngitis, and how badly I felt about her delayed diagnosis. She not only missed a few days of school with that illness, but she also lost a few pounds that she hasn’t …
“You made call sound so easy!” said a friend of mine yesterday, referring to my last post. I need to correct that! When I said there were some “hairy moments”, I meant, AWFUL moments. I was reduced to tears during one flurry of calls: So, …