Comments on: Kids 1, Work 1, Mom 0

By: becky

becky — Fri, 12 Jun 2009 17:18:04 +0000

Cat Stevens singing Cat’s in the Cradle is one of my favorite songs, but it always makes me cry.

By: rjga

rjga — Thu, 11 Jun 2009 23:53:26 +0000

The end of the school year is a marathon. Start running mid April and keep moving til school is out. Work heats up to get all those meetings/ conferences/ projects in or complete before people start disappearing for vacations. We have had something every single night for a month. I schlep, bake, decorate, wash and iron. My husband comes to what he can (but often sneaks in late). we all understand when he can’t come. How come I feel so guilty?

By: bad dad

bad dad — Thu, 11 Jun 2009 16:15:24 +0000

Go Noah! The Extravaganza is a big stage, man. And your mom and dad were with you – they’re more fortunate and more there than most parents even think to be. You’re lucky; they’re lucky.

The other day, I had just a whiff of wistfulness for all those WES festivities a year after our farewell, but it soon evanesced. Guess eleven years of elementary school was enough to exhaust the reserves of youth sentiment.

By: East Coast Surfer

East Coast Surfer — Thu, 11 Jun 2009 02:15:27 +0000

The bundt cake has risen. Long live the Che Che!!!

By: RuthWells

RuthWells — Wed, 10 Jun 2009 14:43:36 +0000

The end of the school year is the WORST for the juggling. Yesterday I learned that my little sweetheart signed “us” up to bring CHALLAH to his elementary school graduation party. CHALLAH, people. We’re talking at least 3 total hours of rise time, combined with the usual weekly baking, our Saturday yard sale, our out-of-town visitors, making treats and getting gifts for the rest of the teachers and aides at the school….

(And no, I can’t get away with store-bought. When I asked G “why challah”, he said “Because you make the very best challah I ever tasted!” Game, set and match to G.)

(The first time I ever made challah was while my grandmother was dying and wasting away due to having no desire to eat. I was trying to tempt her to eat by making traditional foods of her childhood. She actually ate a slice of the “chally” [her old-school Brooklyn pronounciation] and pronounced it excellent. She died a few weeks later. I’ll probably be crying a little more than I otherwise would be at G’s graduation.)

(Shutting up now.)

By: Well Read Hostess

Well Read Hostess — Wed, 10 Jun 2009 13:24:46 +0000

It feels like a kick in the stomach, doesn’t it.

We can do SO many things, but every once in a while, we can’t do it all at once and we feel like we’ve failed.

Note to self: you cannot have it all.