Stuck on You

I’m on sticker-removal duty today. This delicate procedure is so thankless. To all those parents out there with chipped fingernails, reeking of rubbing alcohol, and cursing all adhesives…I see you. I hear you. I am just like you.

I *do* leave a few behind on some furniture for sentimental reasons. My daughters’ bunk bed set had a sticker that my sister left behind from the ’80s. Then my girls left a few of their own. We passed along the beds to my nieces when we moved here, but the tradition stuck.


Brothers. It’s been five months now, and I *still* can’t believe I have two boys now. And two girls. Crazy, crazy!