 I had reached that plateau of relative mom-calm: kids in school, a predictable rhythm to my job, systems to organize our days. I was even running regularly and reading entire books just for pleasure. And then, baby Colin arrived along with my 40th birthday, shoving our family completely out of orbit. Join me as I try to keep my shirt clean and my sanity intact as I navigate the rough waters of puberty, teething and existentialism. |
Andi, the married mother of a 12, 9 and 1 year old, lives and teaches in the Boston area. She wishes she was one of those organized, crafty, baking parents, but she is sorely lacking in any domestic skills. She is curious about everything, adores the written word, and is inspired by other people’s talent, generosity, and molten chocolate cake..