I came on about an hour or so ago to write a little something but was distracted by a teacher email giving notice that a long awaited batch of grades had been posted.

If you are parenting a child during this global pandemic, you know this moment of truth quite well. This is when you find out if your kid was appeasing your “you got your work done, babe” inquires and had not really turned in the work, if your kid turned in the work in such a mindless hurry they might as well have not done it all or if your kid may actually make it through college because they can midnight hustle in the grades with the best of them.

If you are wondering “well what about finding out your kid is doing really well and on top of it because they did not have missing work to begin with”, I can’t write about that because I truly do not understand that experience.

Overall, we are doing pretty good. But I am fascinated with these virtual school landslides where a completely abashed student admits defeat and slowly and steadily resurrects themselves to once again average and sometimes above average performance.

It feels wildly successful and oddly validating as a parent, when you break through and the facts support the hunch you had the whole time they were watching Harry Potter or playing video games after lunch and you see their genuine shame and humiliation.

Then there is this bonding moment where you meet them in this moment of true human experience with a snack and a smile and say “I have been there, now let’s get to it”. And they do and it is wonderful and celebratory.

But I have learned you really can’t feel that great about those moments. It was only two weeks ago when we had one of those Easter situations and today our sweet miracle student was straight up sleeping during zoom math. Like *they were cozy* sleeping during math class.

Pack up the trumpet and church bells, but keep the prayers coming.

The thing about virtual school is the opportunity for the parents to take way more responsibility than we really should for our young teens and their respective comings of age. I mean, how realistic is it for a person to have another human checking in on them each day, looking at what they should have done, looking it over for quality and preparing them for the next day’s work?

What is appropriate for parents to do and not do during a global pandemic to support their teenagers’ ability to thrive is really seriously gray.

And just when I think we are at least nailing Maslow’s lowest hierarchy of physiological needs, I realize maybe the mechanics are a little off there, too because that basic need of food and shelter? Yeah – that need comes with daily requests for potstickers and faster wifi.

It is always hard to write about parenting because it can come off as a basic gripe. But this is a genuine curiosity for me in this post. This post that was originally going to start off sharing highlights of my first two days of retirement. In just a matter of moments, my whole riveting post about how I deep cleaned our glass shower doors, prepped for Thanksgiving and accidentally FaceTimed my old boss… twice… turned into an inquisitive post about how to motivate our teenagers and encourage the dots to connect between now and the future.

How do we encourage their independence and hold them accountable all with the right savior moments?

I am reflecting on things like if I am giving them too much credit for being able to name what they need from me while at the same time struggling with what the right “menu of options” should even be.

Do you let your kid fail a class? Do you check their assignments every day? When they tell you “yes” when you ask if they got the work done, do you ask them to prove it?

Consequences for lying or failing are different; I am talking about actually knowing what the life preservers are and when to throw them in the proverbial pool of Google classroom.

Low and behold: my new season of life. Getting four teenage girls engaged and on track. If there is one thing I know from raising little girls through divorce it is that everybody messes up their kid a little bit and your kid is never “done”. Each day is an iteration and you can reflect and come in strong and wiser the next. You read, you consult, you pray, you try it out, you observe, you communicate, etc.

I am looking forward to seeing who else online is talking about this crux. I am so curious what you all think is normal and right for how the right boundaries for parents when we have access to so much about what our kids should be doing each day of the week. I found a couple of articles I am going to read on the subject. Hopefully they are more helpful than the one I read yesterday on “How to Clean Your Glass Shower Doors” that told me to use baking soda, white vinegar and dish soap. Cue volcano.

Ok, goodnight. :)

“Full As A Tick” @ Webster House 7.17

I’ll tell ya – having this quart of Oberweis’ “SUPER PREMIUM CHOCOLATE ICE CREAM” sure does help me feel better about forgetting to cancel / adjust my delivery this week which has 2 gallons of deliciously unnecessary milk in my fridge.

The kids are at their respective other biological parent’s while we seemingly honeymoon – which looks like the continuation of an Avengers marathon, an enviable selection of beer in the fridge, and – well – a lot of milk atop busy work weeks and cleaning / purging / prepping the house.

David will have you know: this is *not* our honeymoon.

But we *are* freshly married and it is sweet like honey and we are coming up on a new moon which seem to be all the ingredients of a “meet cue” where the two of us meet our marriage and enter the rest of our life.

One must also consider we are still in the middle of a global pandemic. As most surely understand: the limitations are real and the reality of different as normal is weird.

“Got your mask, babe?”

‘Got it, babe”…. tucks hand sanitizer in bag and heads out to stock up on beer… again…


Looking at David “as my husband” is new and different and encouraging. I feel lucky in a lot of ways.

I have always been one to try and grow and change – but this has me really pushing myself to get rid of ideas and bins of Christmas decorations, mediocre children’s artwork (no offense, kids) and dried herbs from trips to California.

We have a lot of work to do to get ready for the kids. Streamlined everything, fresh paint, clean floors, a basement lounge room. With the pandemic going on, we can’t have a painting party and – in a lot of ways – the celebration of our marriage and blending and soon to be housewarming is subtle and ours.

I miss people being a part of my life and milestones, but I think the universe is playing this hard beautifully. I can follow my introvert husband’s lead with very little distraction from the outside world.


The movie is on and Director Fury is about to get smoked so…


Scene was intense – bad guy is freaking us out . We decided to pause it and get Chik Filet. In the car at the moment and David is loving the quiet streets and finds the fact that Chik Filet is open till 10p “uplifting”.


Side note – we have actually been eating well. I made cauliflower buffalo bites and lemon orzo soup (two new recipes). My friend Mia taught me a salad made with cashews, crumbled goat cheese, avocado, cherry tomatoes, a little white onion and lemon juice / olive oil. But, yeah…. we are getting chicken sandwiches and neither of us are hungry.

We are, I guess you could say, “eating for sport”.

This post has the potential to go on forever so let me ask David (who is currently humming the 1812 overture at the moment) what my last line should be…



“And here we go round again”, he says.


It seems he was thinking too much about it. Let me try again.


“Sometimes you need some good fixins”, he says.

We’ll take it. :)