Dirty Laundry Blog by Jennifer Hynes

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  • This Is 55

    After My First Mountain  There is nothing to do except brace myself.  It’s so cold.  I’m so sick of this wind.  It isn’t just blowing—it howls, whistles, whooshes, then slaps the side of the… Read more

  • Teenage Automatic Lies

    We all turned to look as the principle came to the door of my tenth grade English class. He was with two people dressed in brown suits. I can’t remember… Read more

  • Keep On Keepin’ On!

    As I sit down at my computer I realize I’ve just gone through another transformative experience. I’m about to document it. It won’t all be revealed at a single time,… Read more

  • The Power I Have.

    Yea! A break! Babies down for the morning nap. Jack’s fighting off a bad cold, poor little guy. We have a visitor, Bruce. He was a father figure to me… Read more

  • Mother’s Day

    Mother’s Day has been heartbreaking every year since my mom died. With the pressure to have children. With the disappointments and stress of infertility. I would walk around in a… Read more

  • The things we won’t remember, and the things we do.

    As I touch the high chair a memory passes through my mind. Cleaning the throw up that time Jack and Fiona had a really bad flu. I was so worried,… Read more

  • The New and Improved Jenny Hynes

    I’m really liking my new attitude. I’m feeling much more relaxed by taking the pressure off myself. The idea of living an un-edited life is working for me. Yesterday I… Read more

  • Another Un-Edited Day.

    I have got to get into the studio today. Yesterday, could have painted for an hour during each of the babies’ naps. But was so tired. Chose to take a… Read more

  • Some Days you just can’t make it outta the house.

    Throw up, poop, screaming, whining. Will we have the energy to leave the house today? Yesterday: Drop  babies off in Play Center, they are excited. Doing iyengar yoga today. “I… Read more

  • A Story at Every Park

    I think they are awake. Just sat down with my coffee and toast. This time I have the bottles ready, they’ll be less time for screaming and crying. I’ll miss… Read more

  • Fiona’s screeming and establishing a regular chill out time with my husband, no babies, no TV.

    Fiona is on a screaming rampage lately. “It sounds like someone’s not happy” says a man at the Indian buffet. “It sounds like screaming cats, it sounds like cats”. Says… Read more

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