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Life With Boys

two brothers have taken control of my life. They demand snacks, video games, and occasionally some emotional support. These are my stories

Sunday night, just before bedtime

“Do I really have to practice guitar, because my foot really hurts.” These are actual words that just came out of my 8-year-old’s mouth. I can’t see how one has anything to do with the other, and honestly wanted to laugh at the ridiculousness of it, but somehow

at the rink

at the rink

I sit in a chilly viewing room, among other parents, in an uncomfortable chair. Younger siblings climb on benches, amused by crayola markers and notebooks. Meanwhile, two teams of 8-year-olds practice their skills on the ice. Yesterday they were pitted against each other - enemies on the ice. Today they