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In a Funk

It's easy to act happy. It's easy to say, "Good!" and paste a smile on your face when someone asks you how you've been doing. It's easy to get off your ass and do things that are required and/or expected of you. Heck, it's even easy to act all chipper and upbeat on your blog, lest a random visitor stops by and decides to check out the first page. With my youngest this past weekend But it's not easy to keep it going. In fact, it's utterly draining. I have my good days, and I have my bad days. And for the last week or so, I have had more bad days than good. I'm not sure exactly why. Is it because the days are getting shorter? Perhaps it's...

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Kicked in the Chest

Yesterday, I experienced one of the deepest disappointments in my experience of motherhood thus far. Yesterday, Claire got physically violent toward her younger sister. Aerin was trying to climb onto Claire's chair — the seat she practically considers to be her throne — and Claire expectedly became upset. She then proceeded to KICK Aerin. It wasn't so bad. It was more of a slow shove with the foot than an actual kick, and I was right behind Aerin so she fell into my lap. Aerin seemed unfazed by the event and went about as if nothing had happened. But while the kick/shove did not cause any physical harm to my younger daughter, I felt as if I had been kicked in the chest. J and I immediately...

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The Human Mind Can Be a Disgusting Place

One of the most memorable novels I have ever read is American Psycho by Brett Easton Ellis. (And in case you weren't aware, yes the movie is based on the book.) While the book is meant as a satire of 1980s American materialism, greed, and superficiality, the reader cannot help but be horrified — and transfixed! — by the narrator's description of his murders and the thought process that goes behind them. It's actually a great read for those who do not easily get queasy, or can appreciate genius in its various forms. When I read the book for the very first time back in my early twenties, I remember thinking that the author must have one sick mind to even IMAGINE these...

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