As a stay-at-home mom who spends her days changing diapers, napping whenever possible, and regularly speaking in high-pitched, sing-songy baby talk, I sometimes think I can actually feel individual brain cells shrivel up and die. I’ll take intellectual stimulation wherever I can get it, including from this blog, my virtual time-out chair.
 
Embrace the Pretzel?

The old condo was outgrown, reproductively. The new house has been bought, eagerly. The belongings have been moved, haphazardly. The many helpers have been fed and liquored, generously. I embrace the pretzel-y wallpaper border, hesitantly.

 

The doorbell rang bright and early on a Thursday morning.  I made the perilous journey to the front door, battling through the gauntlet of boxes, packing peanuts, and bubble wrap.  With a happy, giggly baby on my hip, I opened the door to meet and greet the two men who would be delivering my belongings [...]

 

It’s time to de-clutter.  Time to de-personalize.  Time to clean, to organize, to straighten, and to stage.  It’s time to sell our condo. With a 10-year-old and a 3-month-old, this is not without it’s challenges: Challenge #1: I know I’m supposed to put away all the photos, but seriously, I’m the proud momma of a [...]

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