http://madmarriage.com/blog Just another happy day in suburbia Fri, 09 Jan 2009 03:21:59 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en You all are too kind, with your words of sympathy, support, understanding and even commiseration. To speak about the implosion of one's marriage is almost cathartic. As soon as it's out there, finally out there, otherwise private individuals are quick to share their own personal tales of connubial woe, of ... http://madmarriage.com/blog/2009/01/08/temporary/ That felt bad -the heart rending, gut wrenching, kind of bad that is, at least in film, usually accompanied by sorrowful swells of music. There were tears, especially from G who was, until today, blissfully ignorant of her parents' faltering relationship. She was blindsided by the quiet admission that we ... http://madmarriage.com/blog/2009/01/05/now-what/ The first day of the year and it's the coldest day we've had to endure since we moved up North three years ago. I suppose it's best to get the worst out of the way ahead of time. Now the remaining 364 days will feel superior to this one. There's ... http://madmarriage.com/blog/2009/01/01/better-than-the-last/ If it doesn't stop snowing soon, in time for the plows to do their toil and prepare the roads for school tomorrow, I will begin to weep. And I will continue to weep through the long day tomorrow while my children sit home for the third day in a row, ... http://madmarriage.com/blog/2008/12/21/stop-snowing-damn-it/ I have reconsidered. After writing Tuesday's harangue, I tried to settle into my own bah humbug and felt all kinds of itchy and sad. It occurred to me that without my driving the Christmas Bus, the holiday would, in fact, actually not occur for my children. No filled stockings, no ... http://madmarriage.com/blog/2008/12/13/549/ I wish I were the type of person that could earnestly don a holiday themed sweater and some poinsettia earrings and settle into this seasonal stuff, generating deep internal satisfaction in hours spent marching the mall corridors hunting the perfect gift. Instead I screech into the Target parking lot at ... http://madmarriage.com/blog/2008/12/09/scrooge/ I awoke to find canine generated diarrhea all over the mud room and downstairs bath for the second time in so many days -like cow flops in size and smell, a field of the richest stink littering the white tile floor, dotting the gray L.L. Bean carpet. Last night, before ... http://madmarriage.com/blog/2008/12/03/do-dogs-get-dysentery/ They arrived all California tan and under dressed for our bleak, bare Sunday. Having left here more than a year ago, they had forgotten how bitter the prologue to winter can be. We laughed at their thin coats and sun streaked hair. It was natural, unguarded, this teasing. There was ... http://madmarriage.com/blog/2008/11/24/past/ As parents of elementary aged children, as former second grader ourselves, we all know that second grade homework can be a bitch. We've been there, hunched over our spelling lists, sputtering and wiping away tears as we try, try, try to remember that "grage" is actually spelled g-a-r-a-g-e. Or that ... http://madmarriage.com/blog/2008/11/16/cruel/ I've returned to blogging skeptically, reluctantly because I know some of things I share here have damaged my already delicate home life and I'm doing a pretty good job fucking that up without rubbing salt in the wounds. But I need this space somehow, this collective nod, the communal understanding, ... http://madmarriage.com/blog/2008/11/13/the-same/