On "The truth is, the ten or twenty minutes I was somebody’s mother were black magic": Ariel Levy's "Thanksgiving in Mongolia"
Oh, oh my. I need to hug my kid. Last night I broke up with a boyfriend, this morning my grandfather died, and this was the thing that finally made me cry. So beautifully heartbreaking and honest. I'm reading it over and over again. Thanks for posting this.
@Ellie I could sort of do it as a kid, but when I started practicing yoga a few years ago I was far from being able to get my legs down. I worked on it for a few months and I can finally do it pretty comfortably after some warming up. Keep practicing-- it feels great to feel those thighs touch down for the first time!
@JustTheTips No, it's for real! I've done it in lab before and it's legit, although I really have no idea if you can cook it at home. Maybe I should have my students all try it at home for different temperatures and times and then we can bring it into the lab and analyze it. Maybe it'll become a pinterest-inspired publication and it'll help me get tenure!
I love this so much! Also, I'm gonna write the baking soda to washing soda reaction into my next freshman chemistry exam! The reaction really does work, but I'm pretty sure you have to use a really hot oven and let it bake for quite a while to fully dehydrate it. SCIENCE!
@lasso tabasco A day late, but I recommend Bomb Girls. It took a few episodes to hook me, but in the end I really liked it.
@MrsTeacherFace That is really tough, I'm sorry. Give it time. I'm still a little heartbroken, and when my ex re-married (just one year after we separated, he eloped) it was crappy and I needed my friends again for a few days.
Right now it sounds like you can, and maybe even you need to be there for both of them, and it's up to you to choose who gets preferential treatment. It's just like a breakup, but a really bad one, and a whole lot more complicated. It sounds like there aren't kids involved, which would certainly make it easier. I'm sorry for them, and for you too. You sound like a good friend!
@yeah-elle I was going to go as the Morton salt girl (because it's so easy and lazy), with my kiddo as the green Ninjago ninja (how do you make a lego costume???), but I just got invited to a really serious party that is Alice in Wonderland themed, but gory-- so the salt girl might be too precious for that.
The neapolitan ice cream is the cutest.
@MrsTeacherFace I'm divorced, and we share a lot of friends. Fortunately it's cool between us now, but it was rough for the first few months. The 'at fault' was clear enough that some friends were lost, but after some time passed and it was clear we would both come out of it alive, most people are still somehow in both our lives. It really depends on the couple. I appreciated the friends of my ex who were cool enough to talk to me and give me some comfort in the direct aftermath, and I think a few of my friends did the same for him once the dust settled.
What's the problem when she starts dating again?
Can I hear some good news or see some quality ridiculous gifs? I need distraction because I'm having a mini panic attack while proctoring an exam and pondering the following:
1. My job (previously known as my dream job) is becoming unpleasant as I am realizing how little my administration values me or my colleagues, and it doesn't look to change soon.
2. My relationship is uncertain as I am realizing that my dude is handsome and kind and likes me a ton but probably is not a good match for me because he is kind of a man-child and I am a grown ass woman.
3. I am working 60+ hours a week at aforementioned job while maintaining aforementioned relationship and co-parenting a preschooler and it is getting kind of tough to keep up.
I'm sorry to vent, it's just been a rough week. I have to attend a conference tonight and then see my boyfriend, and I've got to pull my shit together.
I heard a lot of yelling when I was a kid, and this was always my reaction-- mostly shame and guilt, mixed with indignation. I still dread the feeling of being in trouble for screwing up, at my job or in a friendship or romantic relationship. I'm extremely conscious of not being a yelling parent, but I have to admit, I've lost it with my three year old a few times. This makes me both very sympathetic to my overworked and underappreciated parents and very guilty over not always processing my own frustration in a healthiest way. This piece is such a good reminder to take a breath and have empathy for the object of your yelling.