As this godforsaken year of dung and doo doo comes to an end, I find myself spending a lot of time processing. Or is it struggling? I’m trying to figure out the boundary between self-care…
Browsing Category Sister Club
Someone to Watch Over
When Sister #2 and Ben made the decision to sell their house here in Minnesota I immediately offered my 20-year-old Maxwell, my guest bedroom for the summer. I didn’t wait for them to ask. I…
How Do You Describe the Impossible
When April started I had big plans to blog every day like the glory days of the 200 project. I did really well for three days. Then something happened. Something else probably happened, and then…
There’s Bad Blood, Jealousies, Cliques
It’s been nearly two years since Paco died, leaving me mostly petless. Mostly, because I had every-other-weekend and all of February custody of Walter. However, that’s all changing. My sister and brother-in-law are selling their…
Day 184 of 200: Two Things
1.) The ramen I was preparing for last night turned out so good that after dinner my brother-in-law and I sat in silence for a minute smiling about how good it was. “I’m so happy!”…
Day 178 of 200: One About a Meatball Sub
Ever since Sister #4 made it clear during our Christmas argument that my attempts at maintaining a relationship with her and the Tibbles were not only unappreciated, but viewed as a negative, I’ve been putting…
Day 158 of 200: All I Do is Win at Dirty Santa
Sometimes I have zero regrets about missing a day. Yesterday was one such day. Mostly, because I realized I’m the only one who really cares. Also, it’s okay to give myself a break and recover…
Day 153 of 200: Obviously the Best Gift Ever
Today is Sister #2’s birthday. Don’t cry for her too much about having a birthday over-shadowed by Christmas, because it is not. All of us have shitty birthdays. I’d say Sister #3’s January 3rd birthday…
Day 152 of 200: Reindeer Hat Sweatshop
Even though I have given up on cleaning, I’m holding tight to the idea that I will have thirteen totally adorable, handmade reindeer hats to adorn the heads of my family tomorrow. I don’t know…
Day 151 of 200: Dishpan Hands
I am nothing if not a bundle of quirks, opinions, and predilections. And I’m a big bundle, which means i can fit a lot of those in there. Yet, with all of that I did…