10 in 10, Round 2

10 in 10, Round 2

7 a.m. It’s 6:55, and Sophia, Jonathan, Ollie, and I walk out the door like clockwork to meet the bus at the top of our cul-de-sac. We usually get up there, Ollie sniffs around the stop sign and fire hydrant, marks his territory, and the kids and I have about 10...
Routine matters

Routine matters

Summer always starts off so lovely. Relax, wear shorts and flip flops, eat gobs of fresh fruit. Send the kids to bed 1/2 hour later because it’s summer and we’re relaxed. But because we are victims of entropy or our own laziness or both, the bedtimes are...

Road Rage

I’d forgotten how much I hate driving. Not driving per se, but the dumb drivers all around who don’t pay attention, yap on their phones, text on the interstate, drive ten miles below the speed limit in the left lane next to someone else driving ten miles...
Wine tasting

Wine tasting

Every year, Derek and I donate a wine tasting to the school auction. The first year I was totally nervous about how it would go off. A wine tasting? Half our students are Baptist. Luckily, the Lutherans stepped up and started a bidding war, and it’s been a...
And, they’re off.

And, they’re off.

I always have mixed feelings about the first day of school. There are the bright, shiny new backpacks and stacks of supplies and freshly-washed uniforms (good). There’s getting up early and packing lunches, and the long, quiet weeks after lots of summer time...