Untethered Typings

When my husband and I bought our house, the only drawback for me was the lot size: it's only 60 feet deep. Do you want to know what that means for a back yard? Oh you do? Perfect, because I happen to have a visual for you. This is what it means: That squarish snowy area is all there is for grass in our back yard. There's a little more to the yard, not pictured, but it's just deck area so that doesn't count. Full disclosure here: we did, in fact, build that deck. And it does take up at least half of the back yard, but we do not regret the building of said deck. We use it a lot. It's good to us. But that snowy area? It may look all pristeen and such with its white blanket, but underneath lurks a lot of evidence of our owning a beagle. Even when all that evidence is cleaned up, there are still inevitable skidmarks all over the place. A disgusting reality. So, the grassy area we do have is not what you would call ideal for a play area for three kids. Which i...

Last week sucked. Eloquent, right? I know I should try to come up with a better descriptor but I can't. First of all, it did suck. It's not inaccurate to (colloquially) use the word - just weak. Well, I'm feeling kind of weak. Spent, actually. So "sucked" is what you get. Before I go further, I have to put it out there that I know what I'm about to tell you is not the worst way my family could have spent a week. I know there are many families who have it much worse every week of the year. And I feel for these people and really can't figure out how they do it and keep going. That being said, this blog is about my life so here I will describe my last week and, true to form, tell you how I feel about it all. So on New Year's Eve day, this happened: This six month old got the pneumonia and landed himself in the hospital. It took five days for Graeme to get to the point where he was safe to discharge. Though I know I am very privileged to...