It’s Organization Week

At 3:30 this morning I woke up when Christian got up briefly. No big deal…he interrupted a terrible, vivid dream in which my mother was cooking dinner in my childhood home while I stood in the living room with my children, both adults keenly aware that five miles to the north was a pack of…

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And Then, My Laundry Pile Moved…

It’s a crazy day as usual in the Basi household. My mother would shake her head if she saw me stepping through the laundry pile at the top of my stairs, on my way to drop the last diaper in the washing machine before I run it. Detergent, push, spin the dial, pull, wash hands, step through…

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Transition #4

I think I’ve been pretty clear that I am not a great housekeeper. Christian’s actually much better at it than I am. For the last ten days while I have languished in the land of pulsox, heart monitors and fluorescent lighting, he was home with the kids, along with people who came to help during…

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Meet Kate, the (non)consummate housekeeper

I think it happened because my dishwasher broke. It’s ridiculous, really, that one appliance can become so indispensible that one starts to obsess, not only about clean vs. dirty dishes, but clean vs. dirty (or disorganized) everything else. Especially for me. After all, for the first twenty-one years of my life, I didn’t have a…

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My Newfound Love Affair With Baking Soda and Vinegar

You know me: I am Mme. Au Naturel, the one who finds it appalling to use pharmaceuticals to turn off the reproductive system when your body already tells you everything you need to know, the one who uses cloth diapers and makes compost. So maybe it was only a matter of time. In any case,…

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“I HATE being six!”

The words caught me off guard Tuesday evening. “I hate being six years old!” Alex burst out, pouting over top of his markers and superhero-covered drawing paper. I looked up from dinner preparations with exasperation and amusement. “Why’s that?” I asked. “Because it’s SOo BORing!” (You all know that inflection, right?) I shook my head…

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Chore Time: Structure for Summer Break

I don’t know about you, but I dreaded the end of the school year. The idea of long days with all the kids at home gave me the willies. Especially since two of them are used to spending significant parts of their days in highly structured, stimulating environments. I could see three months stretching before…

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