Chapter Thirty-Three: What an Octopus Taught Me About the 2024 Election
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Chapter Thirty-Three: What an Octopus Taught Me About the 2024 Election

Dear Diary, 

I thought Kamala Harris was going to win. Given the choice between a convicted felon—an angry man with terrible makeup and divisive rhetoric—and a woman who exuded competence and leadership, the decision seemed obvious. I mean, literally everyone who had ever worked for him publicly declared they were voting for Kamala. Surely, I thought, she would win in a landslide.

But instead, I watched in disbelief as Donald Trump claimed a decisive victory. The results left me reeling. How could women vote against their own autonomy? How could people of color overlook his history of inflammatory rhetoric? How could working-class folks back policies like tariffs that seem so contrary to their own interests?

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Chapter Thirty-One: Board Games
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Chapter Thirty-One: Board Games

Dear Diary,

I've come to a startling realization recently: I might be a neophiliac. Yes, it sounds like a weird disease or a sci-fi character, but it turns out it's just a fancy term for someone who's addicted to trying new things. I'm always on the hunt for my next fix of novelty - whether it's traveling to far-flung places to sample exotic foods, or pushing myself to the limit with spine-tingling activities like zip-lining or mountain biking. My parents call me crazy, but I call it living life on the edge. Who needs a boring old routine when you can live like a neophiliac instead?

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Chapter Thirty: Man Overboard!
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Chapter Thirty: Man Overboard!

Dear Diary,

We recently returned from a family vacation to Hawaii, and while the trip was mostly amazing, we did have one harrowing experience, which I feel compelled to memorialize here as part of our family’s lore.

Our day started off innocently enough. We awoke to another beautiful, sunny-with-temps-in-the-low-’80’s, day in paradise. We overindulged in the breakfast buffet as per usual and then attempted to plan out our day. It was Day 3 of our family vacation, and just like the old adage about fish and houseguests goes, family togetherness was nearing its limit. Amy Beth and Olivia elected to splinter off and go shopping together, while Tyler, Hubby and I settled on kayaking as our activity du jour.

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Chapter Twenty-Nine: Breaking the Cycle of Mom Guilt
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Chapter Twenty-Nine: Breaking the Cycle of Mom Guilt

“Hey Mom, want to go mountain biking?”

I did not, in fact, want to go mountain biking. But as any parent of kids will tell you, we can’t take another sleepless night of worrying about this pandemic’s robbing us of positive memories as we race against the clock of their childhoods. Framed in this light, I had no other choice, really, but to agree to Tyler’s request.

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Chapter Twenty-Eight: Vaxxed and More Relaxed
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Chapter Twenty-Eight: Vaxxed and More Relaxed

Dear Diary,

I just scheduled my nine year old for her first shot of the COVID-19 vaccine and I could not be more grateful that within the next few weeks, every single member of my family will be immunized against this deadly virus, which has claimed the lives of 902 children in the United States, according to the CDC (as opposed to 0 who have died from the vaccine).

Tyler turned twelve three weeks ago and, as he had been telling people for months, all he wanted for his birthday was to get vaccinated. To be fair, as the date approached, his wishlist expanded to include gifts like a new phone and visa gift cards, but his desire to get vaccinated at the earliest opportunity never waned. So, we took him to our local CVS where he received both his first Pfizer dose and his annual flu shot at the same time. He complained of arm soreness for a couple days and was slightly fatigued, but these inconveniences pale in comparison to the relief that we feel now that he has some measure of protection. Indoor activities, like concerts and movies, which we have foregone for so long, we can soon resume again.

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Chapter Twenty-Seven: Who Says There’s No Such Thing as a Free Lunch?

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Who Says There’s No Such Thing as a Free Lunch?

Whoever said there was no such thing as a free lunch did not live in California. Seriously. When I first heard that Governor Gavin Newsom had approved free lunches for 6.1 million students in California due to our budget surplus, it didn’t immediately dawn on me that this was something that could benefit my family. Having only ever sent the children to private schools, in fact, several tony private schools, I became accustomed to paying for every.single.freaking.thing. Snacks, lunches, supplies, books, and, to top it off, $5 tickets to attend your own flesh-and-blood’s holiday performances. These are just a few of the things which private schools have trained me to pay for without questioning.

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Chapter Twenty-Five: Waiting for the Other Shoe to Drop
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Chapter Twenty-Five: Waiting for the Other Shoe to Drop

Dear Diary,

Today is Hubby’s and my last day of freedom before we retrieve the children from rehab.

You see, Diary, the children’s device addiction had reached untenable levels and Hubby and I realized that we had to resort to extreme measures to get them back on track. So we sent them into the remote wilderness to spend two weeks device-free, but surrounded by lots of therapeutic distractions like horseback riding, wake boarding, and go-karting. Lest you be unfamiliar with such a place, Diary, other people more commonly refer to it as sleep-away camp.

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Chapter Twenty-Four: The Govfurnace
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Chapter Twenty-Four: The Govfurnace

Dear Diary,

Today is April 27 and both children are finally back in school five days a week. The significance of this particular day is not lost on me, as it was over a year ago - March 12, 2020, to be exact - that I received an email from the school informing me that they were transitioning to distance learning, but hoped to return to in-person learning on April 27, 2020. Well, they were right about the day, just off by a year.

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Chapter Twenty-Three: Sliding Doors

Chapter Twenty-Three: Sliding Doors

Dear Diary,

After twelve years in our family home, we are moving and it feels like an insurmountable task. We’ve been packing for weeks, we’ve donated 31 large bags to Goodwill, and we’ve purged more trash than I care to admit. Despite steadfastly moving boxes over to our new residence on a daily basis, our old house looks like we still live here full-time. At the rate we are going, it is unclear whether or not we will be fully moved before I get the vaccine, and I took an online quiz which says that 78% of Californians and 8 million Angelenos are in line ahead of me. Sometimes I get upset about how slowly both the move and the vaccine rollout are going, but then I remind myself that it is very hard to stay on task during attempted coups d’états and other onslaughts.

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Chapter Twenty-One: Are We Turning Into Data-Eating Zoombies?
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Chapter Twenty-One: Are We Turning Into Data-Eating Zoombies?

Dear Diary,

I am taking advantage of a quiet moment in the house to write to you. As soon as the children wake up, I will be subjected to an incessant barrage of text messages and group FaceTime calls, all from contacts who are unrecognizable to me, but who manage to freeze all my devices nonetheless. You see, the children and I all share the same Apple ID, which means we all receive each other’s text messages and telephone calls. Not only do the children have far more friends than I, but

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Chapter Twenty: 2020 IS the Year of the Rat

Chapter Twenty: 2020 IS the Year of the Rat

Dear Diary,

The Governess is back!!!

I know it’s been a while and I apologize for the lapse in my correspondence. If I may, the reason for my prolonged absence was that I didn’t have a lot of good news to report.

To begin with, Mom Camp was an abject failure. Despite my best intentions and advance preparations, Mom Camp lasted about two weeks before we abandoned ship. I’ll chalk it up to my lack of Navy Seal endurance training, which is apparently a prerequisite to keep up with the daily needs of my charges. Whereas I was completely worn out by dinner each night, the children would grow increasingly more alive after the sun went down, almost as if they were feeding on my fatigue. Unable to outlast my wild things, I simply gave up trying to limit their screen-time and resolved to enroll them in military school at the earliest opportunity. 

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Chapter Seventeen: Co-Parenting During Covid

Chapter Seventeen: Co-Parenting During Covid

Dear Diary,

My friend Chiara recently called me as she was driving to the Canadian border. “I don’t blame you for trying to get out, but I thought the border was closed,” I joked as I pictured her for a split second trying to make a break for it. Turns out she was headed to a border patrol office somewhere near Vancouver in order to exchange her 11 year-old daughter with her ex-husband, a Canadian national, for summer vacation per their standard custodial schedule. Normally, this is a much simpler matter of arranging a few flights and other travel arrangements. This year, after consulting with an attorney and exhausting every other possible option, this was literally the only way that they could legally effectuate the handoff.

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Chapter Sixteen: Socializing Safely?

Chapter Sixteen: Socializing Safely?

Dear Diary,

Years ago, before realizing that they were evil data mining scams designed to collect personal information and manipulate political elections, I LOVED to take Facebook quizzes. Why settle for a boring Myers Briggs personality test, when I could take a quiz like “Build a Salad and We'll Guess Your Secret Talent and Dream Job” and have so much more fun while learning about myself!

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Chapter Fifteen: How Long Will This Last?
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Chapter Fifteen: How Long Will This Last?

Dear Diary,

How long will this last?” seems to be the topic du jour when talking to friends. We have all gone from wrapping our heads around a two week shutdown, to a 45-day shutdown, to whatever we are currently experiencing, which kinda feels like the Wild West, except that when the saloon doors swing open, it’s not a trigger-happy cowboy that anyone’s concerned about entering the establishment, but rather, it’s the bandit who isn’t wearing a mask.

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Chapter Fourteen: Bittersweet Reflections
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Chapter Fourteen: Bittersweet Reflections

Dear Diary,

The blessed day finally arrived, Diary!!! Three months after the children’s school shut down, my governess duties concluded on Friday. However, now that we have gone a few days without observing our previous routine, I have to admit it feels rather bittersweet.

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