City talks achievements, challenges with water billing system
As the oldest child in my family, I like rules and I like knowing what’s expected of me and what will work. If I disagreed with one of the somethings that was expected of me, I would argue my parents into twitching messes of exasperation—but I didn’t actually rebel too much.
My sister, Katie, has a birthday this week and I haven’t bought her a gift yet - but that’s sort of her fault. She’s given me a big head and very high standards to live up to by calling me the Best Gift Giver of the family. It’s a lot of pressure.
I am the Meanest Mama in the World. That’s the word around my house, at least. The criteria for earning this title is ever-changing. Some days, the bar is as low as telling my children that they have to bathe. Other times, I have to work harder, like when I impose a consequence: ‘You hit your sister with the iPad, so now it’s mine.’
Oh, spring break. How I used to love thee. Ski trips or beach trips, entire days with friends, and no school!! One year when I was a kid, my family returned from a beach trip to find it was snowing in Mississippi, in March—spring break was just magical.
The summer after first grade I traveled to Houston, Texas, to visit my best friend, Katie Rogers, whose family had recently moved there. I was traveling with Lindsay Hines Dehmer who was best friends with Katie’s older sister. Back then, children flying alone could be escorted onto the plane by their parents.
A friend recently reminded me about a book I read several years ago that I really loved, What Alice Forgot by Liane Moriarty. In it, a woman wakes up from a bad fall to find that amnesia has taken all memory of the last 10 years of her life. In her last memory, she is pregnant with her first child and blissfully in love with her husband.