HOUSE OF KB

I have always wanted to write. I have, actually, for years. But I don't think the adolescent ramblings of a tween or the documentation tendencies of a young adult count. I've recently reread them. So I can tell you, they don't. Now I need a place to be free. Unfettered. As I figure out this new space and place in my life. Newly single mom. Business owner. Mother. Daughter. Sister. Friend. But no longer wife. Grab a cup, sit on the comfy couch and chat with me.

What do you do?

We call it Corona Confidence.

Living in the gray.

Another page turned.

I was texting a friend the other day. Reflecting on the difference between now and a year ago. Last year I was running on adrenaline and anger and hurt and coping through snark and sarcasm. I mean, I don't regret the "I Don't" balloons for the Stella & Dot show on what would have been our eleventh anniversary. It still makes me smile (and smirk). But that was last year. I wouldn't, and didn't, mark the passing with the same acerbic emotions of last year. A year has softened t

I Didn't Forget.

Every few days I do a cleanliness check. It is amazing how kids can come out of the shower and be mostly dry. So I do a spot check because, I don't know, I think I am supposed to do that. The other day. V: Hold still. I am trying to see. B: Ouch. Momma, I think you forgot for a second that my penis is attached to my body. Well, I didn't forget. But that's what happens when your parts are being examined and you're doing the nakey dance. Not taking the blame for this one.

Comparison hangover.

We know this, right? In our hearts we know this. But our brains? Sometimes they go rogue which can be a huge pain in the ass. We look at other people's lives and think they have it all together. Maybe it is their vacation pictures. Or the new car. Or their recent weight loss or child's success in some xyz thing. Maybe you congratulate them in person or online or into the Universe. And maybe that is the end of it. Good for you. Please show me how you do that. But maybe you tra

I Have Won Parenting!

The spoils were many last night. We always have candy in the house and kids can have two pieces if they eat a good dinner. It's not contraband so I don't worry about them gorging themselves. That being said, even after they had three pieces of candy, their eyes were still on the prize. B kept asking a fourth piece, a Jolly Rancher, even after my standard "Asked and answered" response. I didn't *think* he would sneak it but I wasn't 100% sure. To prevent it, I decide to hide t