22 search results for "Carpet"

White Carpet

Jeff spent the weekend ripping out carpet and installing indestructible flooring in the upstairs hallway. It is a corridor that has seen a ridiculous amount of poop and vomit. It’s also seen far too much red punch, blue Sharpie, green playdoh, caramel-colored Coca-cola, white shaving cream, and pink shampoo. Welcome to mi casa. While the top layer of that once-white…

Off Day

We are having an off day. Saturdays are always already “off,” but this one is even weirder than all the rest. Jack has been a bear—a tired, grumpy, flailing bear who would not nap, despite me lying next to him on my bed for a very long time as we watched a sixty minute youtube video of a woman vacuuming her living room…

Tabitha

It was a different experience at the psychiatrist’s office this week. The neuropsychiatric clinic has moved from the squat, dark 1970’s building with the unfortunate carpeting and the rabbit-warren offices to the spanking new top floor of a building downtown. Everything is light-filled, modern, and perfect. Where there were once ancient toys in the moldering waiting room, now there are iPads built into a glossy…

Dear Blog

Dear This Blog, I’ve been having a hard time with you, of late. The only things I want to say to you aren’t heartfelt treatises on the beauties found in the struggles of life. Turns out, the things I’ve got to say are raw, difficult things—things so real they make me feel guilty for sharing. But, my blog, you are…

Word Life

Jack colored the carpet on the stairs with dark slashes of black crayon. He shoved eight slices of bread into the crevices of the couch. He knocked over a soda on the rug. He voided on his bedroom floor. He left eighteen candy wrappers underfoot. He head-butted me with brute force when I didn’t instantly retrieve candy for him because…

Red Vines are banned here

Two packages of candy have cost us five hundo this week.  The tootsie pop that Jack hucked at the windshield on the way home from the cabin hit with enough force to leave a largish rock chip. Except from the inside of the car. Hours later it cracked outward into a giant semicircle, a smile of broken auto glass.  And…

My Place

Houses populate my dreams. I’ve been dreaming of neighborhoods. Sometimes it is the neighborhood of my childhood, but more often I am walking in my sleep through different houses in different neighborhoods: 1970’s suburbs squating on the benches of Mount Olympus. WWII-era bungalows in Sugarhouse tucked between trees whose branches reach up and over the streets to touch. Rural farmhouses…

Weirdly Beautiful: Home Edition

More weird/lovely pics have popped up in my in box and I LOVE THEM.   Archie sent this photo of his family in their NYC apartment. He wrote, “Since we have a one bedroom apartment in a Harlem brownstone, our home has 2 rooms: the bedroom and the big room. The big room has our kitchen, our table, our elliptical,…

Morning, Actually

This is how the morning went:  I woke up coughing.  I put Jack in the bath.  I started cooking hash browns and eggs.   Jack pooped in the bath, then got out and sat on the carpeted stairs, sliding down and wiping off his dirty bum.  Henry left to catch the bus.  I administered meds.  Truman screamed at the top of…

Mountain Goat

I’ve been dreaming about mountains. Literal peaks of really tall, rock-strewn mountain ranges. I’m either driving on roads cut as switchbacks into the sheer sides of a mountain, or hiking on steep dirt trails. Twice, I’ve dreamed that I can’t find my way back to the road to get home, and my children will be getting off the bus soon…