A Room of One’s Own

* Westley has never had his own space. The last time our living arrangements included more than one bedroom was when he was 3 years old in Chicago, and at that point he had absolutely no interest in leaving our bedroom (and we had zero interest in cleaning out the "guest room"). The general situation … Continue reading A Room of One’s Own →

Practice What I Bleat

This post has been toned down from it's original rant. You read that right: this is the toned down version! "If you want something badly enough to whine about it you better be willing to do it yourself."1me, every damn day Backstory: The kids are constantly asking for things (toys, food, clothes, video games, liberty), … Continue reading Practice What I Bleat →