Dirty Laundry Blog by Jennifer Hynes

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  • The Good Luck

    Focus on the good luck The rocket lands in the ocean By sheer luck nothing catches on fire this weekend, We are healthy- alive- under quiet dry skies, Birds chirp,… Read more

  • Motherhood, Raising Twins

    “Thump” Jack cries, I’m in the kitchen sweeping up beans and pasta. I give it my usual few seconds wait, the wait that corresponds with the first big inhale of… Read more

  • Monday Bitch Session

    “I’m not picking that up again.” I say as Jack throws his bottle on the floor.  MMMM Good cup of coffee. I haven’t put on Fiona’s hearing aids yet. O.K.… Read more

  • The Greyhound, Acid, and starts of other stories to tell

    Hiking on Mt. Wittenberg, mom in front, August 2008, sky trail. Before we get to that story I change Fiona’s poopy diaper. The smell coming from the diaper pail reminds… Read more

  • Siblings

    We woke up at 7:30, still tired. Babies loose, running, grabbing phone, BEEP BEEP BEEP, the sound of the receiver, making milk, babies start to cry, I just can’t make… Read more

  • MEDS

    I need to get alone time with each of the babies, especially Fiona to work with her language skills.  I’m feeling really tired, starting to stress. I question the office… Read more

  • I don’t use wipes at the park, stroller walks, studio time

    “Time to go for a walk babies, do you want to take Billy for a walk?” I say. We just finished eating pasta for dinner, “This is how we wash… Read more

  • Indian Springs 2015

    lying down, a soft white cotton blanket wrapped around my naked body, cucumbers, a cool washcloth on my eyes, heart pounding strong, feet throbbing, face beat red, beads of sweat… Read more

  • Family Life

    I’ve never been sad about Fiona’s hearing loss until now. I see how she thrives with her hearing aids. How conscious she is about them and the difference between the… Read more

  • Monday, Studio, Motherhood

    I find myself lying on the carpet, listening to the clicking of buttons tossing in the dryer. I hear the hum of the dishwasher, chirping of the blue jays outside… Read more

  • The Beach is a Magical Place

    I peer over into the play area, “They’re doing great.” I say to myself. Then Jack runs over to the fence that separates him from the kitchen stairs. I look… Read more

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