tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8756441810838167082.post2068408903858426118..comments2011-08-01T12:39:21.540-04:00Comments on On My Way to the Revolution: Me and Junie C., or, Where Was I Going?, Where Have I Been?In Brief:http://www.blogger.com/profile/00125561697276633742noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8756441810838167082.post-7254447375918662352011-03-12T22:32:56.480-05:002011-03-12T22:32:56.480-05:00I have nothing to say except...see you in the weed...I have nothing to say except...see you in the weeds. You bring the whiskey and I'll bring the ice cream. Let's put it in our calendars...okay, never mind. Just know you're not alone.Gingerhttp://www.gingerlazarus.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8756441810838167082.post-87034157112595689042011-03-05T07:02:59.298-05:002011-03-05T07:02:59.298-05:00I didn't know wheather to laugh or cry reading...I didn't know wheather to laugh or cry reading this post, but this is exactly my life.<br /><br />Oh, and I swear on all that is good and mighty that I raised my kids the same way and didn't let them watch any TV and was so careful about books they were read and things they were exposed to... and I ended up with Princess Ballet McMouthy, and Little Lord Boundless Energy McDeathtrap. He's 19 months younger than she is, and he's already taght her how to flush things down the toilet, climb up the bookshelf and jump on the couch, and open the back door and run outside. I'm even reading a book about how all these differences are socialization, an I want to throw it out the window.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8756441810838167082.post-7556283719306385692011-03-01T23:04:41.619-05:002011-03-01T23:04:41.619-05:00we missed you at the meeting.. BUT - it was NOT NO...we missed you at the meeting.. BUT - it was NOT NOT NOT the end of the world. We know you have kids.. and it's ok. :) My work notebook has scribbles all over it.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8756441810838167082.post-60319802993011372982011-03-01T16:24:43.937-05:002011-03-01T16:24:43.937-05:00Brilliantly put. I've been there. It does ge...Brilliantly put. I've been there. It does get better. A lot better. And soon, because they really do get older and start school. (It stays hard, but not in the same beat-you-to-a-pulp hard.)<br /><br />Ice cream always helped me, too.<br /><br />(If it makes you feel better, you and your work were mentioned with great affection quite a few times during the Boston Theatre Conference on Sunday and Monday.)Patrick Gabridgehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11497038051641691987noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8756441810838167082.post-17726183369984256762011-02-28T21:46:37.072-05:002011-02-28T21:46:37.072-05:00Oh, Kirsten! You're not truly alone in the wee...Oh, Kirsten! You're not truly alone in the weeds. I promise. I'm there with you, although you can't see me. And, I know, so many others. I haven't taken a shower without an audience in five years. And I hate that my husband does not have this problem & can't understand why I want a lock on the bathroom door. My calendar on my computer has nine colors on it to track everything and everyone. Hell, the rainbow only has six! And yes, the parenting books suck because no one is YOU WITH YOUR KIDS! The dynamic is absolutely unique. My only consolation is that some of my childless friends who used to roll their eyes at me have just recently shed their childless selves & I can't wait to see them start pulling their hair out. A cruel pleasure perhaps but sweet nevertheless.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13752975844212942103noreply@blogger.com