My life as an intercultural mom, a guest post by my best friend, the pictures of my wedding, and this essay about my little boys are a good starting point. To get to know me, go here. If you like what you read, you might want to sign up to have posts emailed to you, or add Perpetually Nesting to your reader. As always, I think the best part about blogging is the conversation, so don’t be shy. Feel free to leave a comment or send me an email! Nice to meet you, too!
Tired, drowsy, falling asleep downstairs. I become conscious long enough to recognize that my bed is the only good place for me to be. It's not much before daybreak. There's a lot going on these days, which are characterized by hard work and harder hours. Mostly good hard hours, but some surprisingly nasty surprises have been thrown in, too. That's the way it is, though, isn't it? I open my bedroom door, the warm yellow light…
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He sings in his bed at full volume for an hour before I barge in to kill the party. At the first crack of light at the opening door, he bolts upright. Standing in his crib (he's too big for a crib but he has no interest in a big boy bed), now holding the handles eyes shining in the dark. Mommy. I'm hungry. I need some dinner. You had dinner already. My bones are growing. I need some…
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This manic time of life is brought to you by B vitamins, good espresso and hope for the future. I'm working myself silly. Not just at work, but elsewhere too. And it feels good, but…
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I'm still writing down my resolutions. There are a lot of them this year. In the meantime, I hope you'll head over to Aiming Low's Miss Unlimited and read my guest post about revisiting the…
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Today I wasn't a nice person. I know this because the dishes aren't done, the monitor is next to me and the ten million projects I have planned are untouched. I haven't enjoyed today's moments and…
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