Things in my Pocket

Adventures of a formerly reluctant parent

I was sure I never wanted to be a parent. I was happily single and child-free by choice. And now my pockets are filled with kid crap—a Lego head, a sticky gum wrapper, a crumpled up dress from an abandoned Barbie doll.

It’s Kate’s fault. I fell ridiculously in love with her the first time we met, on a blind date in the middle of a March snowstorm. Kate, the love of my life … who just happened to have a two-year old, and was hell bent on having child #2. It was a package deal, take it or leave it, all or nothing, you’re in or you’re out.

I agonized. I fretted. I abandoned my logical, rational beliefs and consulted a psychic–who told me it would never work. I ran away to Bali to get away from it all.

In the end, I listened to my heart.

Things in my Pocket is about the unexpected treasures I’ve found along the way.

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Start Where I Am

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I am all sorts of discombobulated.

We recently finished a big house project that necessitated getting EVERYTHING out of three bedrooms — beds, dressers, nightstands —along with everything off the walls. Furniture, clothes, and boxes of knick knacks were jammed into every nook and cranny of the house for nearly three weeks ….

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