There are so many amazing inventions in our worlds. The Internet and email and fax machines blow me away! (I realize that the fax machine is very outdated, but it still blows me away.) Going to the moon and airplanes in general boggle my mind! So, I'm thinking, why can't someone invent something that every mom would relish? What am I talking about? The luxury loo. I want someone to invent a special toilet room for moms to have in their homes. It would be painted a relaxing shade of blue or green or somewhere in between. There would be a waterfall and relaxing music. It would be two minutes of sheer spa bliss. This special bathroom would silently transport you far far away from toddlers who want to sit on your lap when you're doing your business and from tweens with silly homework questions that could wait a few minutes. It would take you away from five year olds wanting a snack and eight year olds wanting their hair braided. The luxury loo would give moms just a few minutes every day to have THEIR OWN time when their own time is most coveted! And then with the flush of every toilet a beautiful spring lilac scent would fill her senses before she returned to the world where everyone needed a piece of her. There is my day dream for today!
The grief of a stepmom. This post has had so many titles: The Invisible Grief of a Stepmom, The Silent Grief of a Stepmom, The Lonely Grief of a Stepmom. . . the grief of a stepmom is like no other grief because it feels so homeless. My stepson died a few weeks ago. Marc and I have only been married eight months and Mackay, my stepson, lived in NYC and we rarely got to see him (he didn't get to come to the wedding or Cabo and didn't stay with us when he came to town), so I didn't have much of a relationship with him. So there is a weird layer of loosing someone I hardly knew and I feel like that is the layer that makes the most sense to everyone. While the family was mourning, I was the one organizing all of the meals coming in from our wonderful friends and neighbors, I was cleaning up one meal and setting up for the next. I was keeping the house in order and making sure Marc was able to surround himself with the friends and family he needed to make it through the
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