Snippets of SnapDragon

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I just spent about twenty minutes mapping out the next six years of our lives, all by writing on a leftover notebook from my professional past. In pure academic fashion, I divided each year into “Spring” and “Fall”. (My professor husband would appreciate this, I’m sure.) Anyway, I estimated when each of our children might try pre-school, and when kindergarten will probably begin. I tried to find whether or not kindergarten is still only half a day, but gave up when I realized the minutes I was wasting. So basically, I concluded that most likely I will go back to teaching in the Fall of 2028. I will be 41 years old.

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Sometimes I feel like a really good mom. Sometimes (most times?) I feel like I could do much, much better. We stay home–a lot–but I really don’t know what else to do when Daddy’s at work. Big Brother Snap (now 3) is such a ball of energy–climbing! running! exploring! outsmarting stroller straps!–that to go out in public with Little Sister Snap (now 1) would honestly be more than I could handle on my own. I’ve never wanted a fenced-in backyard so badly.

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Last night after the kids were asleep, we did our usual YouTube click around. I saw one about “Easter Eggs” in The Shining, and of course insisted we watch it. That movie will always scare the shit out of me. Sometimes less is so much more. But anyway, afterwards I needed something light-hearted. So my Sweet Husband put on The Big Lebowski. And my new favorite line is most definitely: “Life does not stop and start at your convenience, you miserable piece of shit.” Oh, that’s going on a tee shirt for sure.

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