On a break from someone else’s kitchen, my mama spent some time working in a textile mill. The work wasn’t hard. But it was repetitive. The pay was good and there was no grease. But the hours were long. They were inconvenient hours. Family hours. We missed her four evenings a week. She’d be there…
Motherhood
Toddlerography
I think I’ve alluded to this before, but the iPhone? Is my own personal piece of toddler-magic when I need to get stuff done in public. Seriously. It’s amazing what Youtube on an iPhone or some toddler flash cards can do to make sure you get through the grocery store without ripping someone’s head off….
A special kind of crazy
I’m being stalked by an inanimate object, y’all. The stalker’s name? Thomas the Tank Engine. This little blue engine has it out for me. I just know it. Joshua? Loves Thomas. Loves, I tell you. He screams for Thomas in the bathtub. He tries to sneak him into the crib. We cannot leave the house…
In which I lose followers by talking about poop and food
Along the same lines of Jill and her post about popcorn poop, I’m just going to go ahead and tell you that this post? Is about poop. Mostly. But no pictures. Because ew. And this post today is as much for me to throw it out the Universe that I need some HALP from the…
My teeth suck, but wine’s okay
There was a point in time when I craved time in my own house without the husband and child around. I craved peace and quiet and freedom to do nothing. But when I get that freedom, I find that I’m sorely lacking in ways to adequately spend that time. So I do things like schedule…