5 years — Jenny True: An Excruciatingly Personal Mommy Blog

Richard Marx and I'M IN MENDO I GOT MY FLIPPY-FLOPPIES

It's January in Mendocino County. I know this because I'M IN MENDOCINO COUNTY BITCHES. It's rainy, I'm alone, I brought so much kale, chard, parsley, cilantro, and dill they put it all in one paper bag at the grocery store, I took a walk on a country road where the only thing I heard were my footfalls. It's ME TIME FOR THE MIDDLE-AGED.

I'm out here because a couple months ago I hit the wall like REALLY hit the wall and asked SJ if I could go away by myself for more than a week. This guy. Immediately he says yes. Hugs me. Says it's a great idea. We have TWO KIDS but more importantly TWO CATS – the kids have redeeming qualities at least. Right after I left, everyone got sick, including one kid puking, plus it was a holiday weekend, which to anyone who doesn’t know means NO SCHOOL which means NO CHILD CARE. SJ is having NOT ME TIME.

5 years, 6 yearsJenny TrueJanuary 18, 2024 Comments

Holiday wreath and apparently it's 2024

It's January in San Francisco. This used to mean a lot of drizzle, but these days it means dazzling sunshine or torrential rain. A few days ago I parked outside our house and asked SJ to open the front door so I could run from my car (through torrential rain, not dazzling sunshine). This is not normal (torrential rain is not normal, obnoxious requests are de rigueur).

6 years, 5 yearsJenny PritchettJanuary 6, 2024Holiday wreath, 2024 Comments

Chicken noodle soup and rising from the ashes

I’m upstairs with Gargantubaby — who, now age 6, needs a new nickname (perhaps Gargantufirstgrader) — setting him up to do art. It’s warm the way it always is up here, so I grab one of his bigger books to prop the door open.

Mommy, he says, you can’t do that. You didn’t get my permission.

You’re right, I say, surprised. May I have your permission to use one of your books?

No.

Um. What should I use to prop open the door?

He shrugs. You need to figure that out, he says.

5 years, 6 yearsJenny PritchettAugust 17, 2023COVID, Chicken noodle soup Comments

Rigatoni with crunchy garlic and May is here I guess

Gargantubaby, post-bath, wearing his white cat towel hat over his long blond hair and Superman towel: Mommy, I want to have black skin.

Jenny: Black like this? (Points to my running tights.)

Gargantubaby: No. Black like Black people.

Jenny: Tell me about that.

Gargantubaby: I want to be Black.

Jenny: Oh, yeah?

Gargantubaby: Well. I don’t want to get arrested for no reason.

Jenny: Definitely not. Tell me some good things about being Black.

5 yearsJenny PritchettMay 7, 2023 Comments

Asian pear, strawberry, and peanut butter sandwich and self-care

I've been thinking about how, in the face of some intense challenges these past five years WHAM WHAM WHAM, I have managed to keep my wits about me.

Is it because I'm a superior human being? Is it because I have anything recognizable as a good habit? Is it because I take a five-minute walk every half hour to stave off death, the latest fear fad suggested by "research"? (Do I keep my wits about me?)

None of the above!

So, I've been thinking about why and how I'm still in relatively good shape mentally and physically (blood pressure: 116/77!) – in addition to all the privileges that come with my race, socioeconomic status, access to education, etcetera etcetera, which are, let’s be real, the leading factors.

5 years, Most PopularJenny PritchettFebruary 21, 2023Asian pear, Strawberry jam, Peanut butter, Sandwich, Self-car Comments

Henna and our kitchen ceiling caved in, yay!

Gargantubaby: Mommy, let’s play doctor. (Looks serious.) What is your problem today?

Jenny: I have a son who won’t get out of bed.

GB: (Whispers) Pause. Mommy, doctor is for when something’s broken or you’re sick.

Jenny: Oh, OK, I’ll do it right.

GB: (Looks seriously at me again)

Jenny: I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I’m tired all the time.

GB: I think we should squeeze your boob. (Squeezes my boob)

Jenny: Oh, thank you, I have so much energy now!

I cuddle him and kiss all the parts of his face as I name them so he won’t notice I’m scooping him up and taking him to the kitchen for breakfast.

5 yearsJenny PritchettJanuary 27, 2023Kitchen, Henna Comments

Green beans with almond granita and the most wonderful time of year or at least the end of it

It's the end of December in San Francisco, which means I can't comfortably wear flip-flops and occasionally there are some leaves on the sidewalk. We passed that annual milestone, the turning-on of the heater, which makes a pleasant boom below us in the garage before hot air seeps upward through three of the four wall vents (the office will always, always be cold). In the morning I prop Gargantubaby's clothes on the living room vent before crawling into bed with him and stripping him naked before he's fully awake so he won't scream about being shoved into cold jeans. It's on mornings like these, when he balls his fists and yells "MOMMY!!!!!" with a look of rage and helplessness that I recognize so well that I think, Thank god I only have one.

5 yearsJenny PritchettDecember 26, 2022Green beans, end of year, eoy, 2022 Comments

No Butter/No Eggs Cake and Things I've Learned: Baby Turns 5 Edition

It’s the end of summer in San Francisco. I would report on the weather, but who fucking knows what the weather is anymore. My baby has been 5 years old for one month. He started kindergarten two weeks ago. He feels “nervous” all day at his new school, a massive K-8 public school in the heart of the Mission, which has a graffiti-covered parklet where unhoused residents sleep in the fetal position, and there’s a human turd in one of the planters (I checked for it this morning — still there).

5 yearsJenny PritchettAugust 31, 2022Cake, Birthday, Things I've Learned Comments

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