We're on Day 5 of the strike. I have used my 4th vacation day. Yesterday I spent the entire day at The Boy's school. In a storag...

I've been trying not to think about. What we would do if there really is a school bus strike ? We live in The Bronx. The Boy's schoo...

This morning I schlepped all the way out to Brooklyn.  BROOKLYN.  Via public transportation since my driver The Husband was unavailable.  ...

I can't believe it's the last Friday in February.  This month has been a whirlwind - a month of ups and downs.  Rejoices and rejecti...

The Boy had me up at 3 am this morning.  I am not even half way through my day.  I.  Am. Tired.  There's another word that I can put bet...

Earlier this week, I felt as if I reached a crossroad .  As if I had to make a decision between this blog and The Boy.  I questioned the pu...

It's the last weekend before kindergarten begins.  And nervous is a complete understatement.  I am scared. Worried.  Anxious.  Excited. ...

Wednesday is the day we go to the Sensory Gym.  I leave work early, run to pick up The Boy and take the bus up to Riverdale.  (catch up on ...