I don’t know if it’s just my kids, these ages they’re in, stages of development, the sun and moon in terrible alignment, or something else altogether, but I would rather have a root canal than take my children into a store. Any store. Mostly, Emma has a serious case of Ants In Her Pants and she…
being an adult sucks sometimes
Dear Mom At The Pool, Pay Attention To Your Kid
All summer long a rant has been bubbling up inside of me that is two not-even-full sentences long: Dear Moms At The Pool, Pay attention to your kid(s). We’ve averaged a trip a week to the pool this summer. Me and two kids. In water. See that? IN THE WATER. Me. With them. Because they…
Clean It Up! A Weekly Cleaning Schedule (And A Printable, Too!)
It’s been all quiet on the blog (aside from State of the Weight) because I’ve been in the process of slaying another item on the 31 for 31 list. One of my goals for this year was to get our house to the point of being presentable and keeping it that way. Oh, you’re in…
Well, they’ll take your soul if you let them. Oh yeah, but don’t you let them.
The single hardest thing about leaving the work force and staying home, for me at least, has been the significant drop in adult interaction in my life since last June. And by significant drop I mean Dan is sometimes the only adult I see in an entire week, except dropping Joshua off at school. No…
Tears of magic
What’s it called when a veteran has a moment where s/he suddenly remembers what it felt like to be in combat and the fight or flight response kicks in? Shell shock? Flash backs? Post-traumatic stress disorder? Send-me-the-Jack-Daniels-STAT? Because people. I can empathize. Let me tell you a little story. I have been insanely busy for…