Category Archives: Romgi the Enigma


Last night was miserable. After we got the kids in bed (by the way, this routine of putting them down at 7pm is working wonderfully), I sat down to do homework. I spent several hours on it without feeling like I was making progress or understanding the material. I wound up worn out, hungry, and on the verge of shutting down thanks to a massive headache. What else to do but consider myself a failure?

(This is interesting because lately I’ve moved away from the idea of failure. A lot of people are afraid of failing {myself included}, but I’d realized that for most of life, failing isn’t such a big deal. There’s a lot of wiggle room. When I get tired, though, I don’t think as rationally.)

The Romgi was so nice. He kept offering to go out and get some Dunfords for me, which I refused partly because I’m trying to eat less junk food and partly because in my miserable state I felt like I didn’t deserve the happiness that comes from donuts. (Truly sad!) I finally fell asleep, and when the kids woke up this morning, the Romgi got up with them – even though he’s been home sick with a sinus infection. He let me sleep in until 10am! Is that guy considerate or what?

And for your viewing pleasure:



I don’t know if you remember seeing this Imaginary Star Chart in a cookie jar earlier this year:

I loved it (obviously), and the Romgi said he really liked it. Recently I was trying to think of a Father’s Day gift for him that wasn’t too…popsicle-pencil-holder-y. You know? It turns out I’d put this on my secret list of gift ideas. Unfortunately, we don’t currently have a $100 budget for parental holiday presents – especially since I told the Romgi that all I wanted for Mother’s Day was french toast and a nap. (Both were divine.)

So, since I value my time a lot less than $100 (I sadly don’t get paid at all, for anything), I spent a few hours making my own imaginary star chart.

Of course, since I’ve looked closely at both the original painting and my own rendition, I can see how mine is inferior – which I can blame on inexperience. But you know what? I’m really, really pleased with how it turned out. In fact, this reminds me of the part in Finding Nemo (we’ve seen it a lot) where Marlin says, “I feel…happy. Which is a big deal. For me.” The Romgi has been after me lately because I’m overly critical of everything I do. This painting, though – I actually love it, and I enjoyed doing it!

It made a great early Father’s Day present to my favorite person in the galaxy.


The Bwun at 6 months

The Bwun at 6 months

jr at 7 months

jr at 7 months


Friday was a stressful day for me.

Baby jr woke up around 6am again, which, as I’ve said before, is way too early. Thankfully, she was ready to go back to sleep by 6:30 – and the Romgi played with her in the interim. When jr woke up again at 8, the Romgi had already left to go fishing, so I mentally prepared myself for a few hours with the kids and then an evening at the symphony with the Romgi.

By 10 the kids were both going berserk. jr obviously needed a nap but wouldn’t go to sleep. The Bwun was hitting, throwing, and kicking despite numerous time outs and severe talking-tos. (I’m debating whether there ought to be an apostrophe there just for visual clarity – talking to’s? What do you think? I generally avoid apostrophes, since the rest of the world uses too many. But I’m unsure here.) I had left a message for the Romgi right after I woke up that he should bring home some donuts, but I eventually I gave up on getting them for breakfast. There was a lot of crying and screaming in our house, and I was worn out.

At noon I decided the Romgi had been out long enough. My patience with the kids was gone, and I was frustrated that the Romgi got a day off work while I was still doing my full-time job. (Speaking of which, I’m a little disappointed that there’s no overtime pay for motherhood, since it’s already around-the-clock. Then again, I’m not getting any money for this anyway…) I left another message for the Romgi – a very abrupt message – telling him that he needed to come home soon. I do want the Romgi to have fun fishing or whatever he wants to do with his time off, but not at the expense of my sanity. It seems only fair that I get a break, too.

Another hour passed without hearing back from the Romgi. I called him again; this time, his phone went straight to voicemail. And I started to get a little concerned. The most likely explanation was that his phone had died, but I realized he’d been gone for at least 5 hours – maybe more, depending on what time he left – and that was a lot longer than he normally spent fishing.

By 2 I was beginning to seriously consider that something might be wrong. I thought about calling the local emergency rooms to see if the Romgi had been admitted, but I talked myself out of it because it seemed improbable. After another hour, though, I called my mom and the Romgi’s dad to ask what to do. I knew it was much too soon for the Romgi to be considered a missing person. But he’d been gone for 7+ hours by that point, and I didn’t feel like it was typical of the Romgi to spend the whole day fishing (especially considering that I was spending the whole day at home with the kids).

For the next hour I thought about how to handle the situation if the Romgi was missing, injured, or dead. Some part of me must have realized how unlikely that was, because one concern that came up was fixing the paint stain on our bedroom carpet. I made up my mind to cancel our symphony plans if he hadn’t come home by 5, and to call a friend or relative to come over for support if he was still gone at 6.

Then –

Just after 4, our car pulled into the driveway. I admit, I ran out crying. The Romgi was rather taken aback.

He explained that he didn’t have reception on his phone, and it must have died sometime during the day – when he noticed it was off, he came home, but he had no idea what time it was.

That’s right, he was having such a great time fishing that 9 hours flew by.

The Romgi did bring one of these home with him:

After much apologizing, and “How can I make it up to you”-ing, the Romgi went out to gut the fish. Yep, he had brought it back still alive and stored it in a bucket of water while he tried to calm me down. And honestly, watching that fish die was nearly as bad as spending hours worrying about the Romgi being missing.

We didn’t end up going to the symphony – by the time I felt less emotionally frazzled, I would’ve had to rush to get ready, and the fear of being late makes me really, really stressed. So we canceled our plans and had a quiet evening in.

Next up: catfish fillets!


Happy Cinco de Mayo + anniversary to the Romgi and I.

Sorry to everyone else, but we have the best life ever.

Heart heart.

Buddy Holly

In the immortal words of Weezer, “What’s with these homies dissin’ my girl?”

I never really got that, but I know it has something to do with the Romgi loving me.