That time I did not have enough hands to wipe all the things that needed wiping

Last night, I was telling my husband Josh about how I was trying to get things ready for our trip.  Most people plan on going away and have lists like “Pack cute shoes” and “Don’t forget passport”.  Those were on my list, below “Maniacally organize Maura’s closet so even she can get herself dressed” and…

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The Cave of Solitude

Yesterday started off…a bit trying.  There was no milk, so no coffee, and not-quite-awake Maura went looking for me instead of the bathroom.  So I spent half the morning stepping in pee puddles in various rooms, muttering as I cleaned it all up. It really wasn’t Maura’s fault – she wasn’t awake.  But still, it…

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I will apologize in advance

Because today, we’re going to talk about poo. Okay, and wee too. Yes, I said “wee” – they taught Maura “wee” in Ireland, and honestly, her raising her hand and saying “Wee-Wee” to tell me she has to use the toilet is too cute. Yes, I said “toilet” too.  I thought the word “toilet” was…

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