Team Bergeron

In an effort to avoid a life of hypocrisy, I’m going to put a personal story out there on the table that sheds more of a transparent light on me than I am comfortable with. But, those are the stories that we typically connect over, right? The ones when you admit that you and your partner are not, in fact, as happy every moment of every day as your Instagram feed makes it seem. Yes,…

A little HB update. You know, since it’s been the most inconsistent period of time for me contributing to this blog. I get that I’m totally adoring all of this newfound balance in my life, but I’m sure I’m not the only one that thinks my balance game is starting to seem a little more like laziness. This was arguably the very best summer of my whole life. The kids are a little bit older…

Aside from Harley Love and Bode, I spend most of my time with the same three people every day: Ben, Maya, and Katrin. While I would love to add Jonah to that list, the unfortunate truth is, especially in the summer when he is volunteering at Camp Jabberwocky on Martha’s Vineyard, it’s a period of time when we just don’t get to physically be near one another as much as we would like. Those three,…

The painful truth of the matter is this: if you’re not 5 minutes early, you’re late. When Ben said that to me the first time, I think I actually got mad at him…like he was trying to take me down and make me feel irrationally insufficient for some reason. But, this has become one of our family mottos to live by. And, trust me, we call each other out on it more often than any…

Long story short-ish, Wednesday night I started having stomach pains so bad I was in tears from, basically, 6pm until Ben dragged me to the ER against my will around 9pm. Finally around 3am and after urine, CT, and ultrasound testing, they found a functional ovarian cyst that likely ruptured and was about the size of an egg. In all honesty, the pain was like being in active labor. You know, like that pain when…

I can’t even tell you how many times I have sat down, wrote a post about why I haven’t been writing, and then decided the whole thing was just too depressing and negative that I ended up just posting a bunch of pictures and putting off writing for the next day. Maybe 8 entirely separate times? I, just this moment, decided I’m not doing it. That’s all I’m saying about that area of my life…

Let’s go back to our broken family and how it works with Alex and his wife. One of the other things that I think is so clutch in our co-parenting dynamics is an unwritten surrender to the idea that we each have our own role, and there’s no guilt in sub-consciously delegating off responsibilities to other parents so long as you’re pulling your weight in your own role. It actually makes parenting with another couple…

In hind sight, I suppose it may have been a bad idea, but how was I supposed to know that Jonah’s friends would misinterpret what I was motioning over towards him during his tennis match as something WILDLY inappropriate? So, he’s sitting on the bench during his tennis match at Nobles yesterday afternoon when, all of a sudden, a ball comes flying straight for him and nails him in the face. He was fine, so…

When the topic of writing a book comes up, the hands down, number one request I get from people is to write about how we make our relationship with my ex-husband’s family work so well. Half of me thinks that we just got lucky with Alex and his wife, Liza. They’re just both incredibly awesome people. They’re family values seem to be directly in line with ours: family first, hard-working, humble, hungry, & happy. They…