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…
mommy wars
Reserving judgments is a matter of infinite hope
If this post makes you feel twitchy or uncomfortable or offended, it’s probably because you’re guilty of what I’m about to discuss. That’s okay. This post makes me twitchy and uncomfortable and offended, too. Because I’m guilty of what I’m about to discuss and I know it. There’s a post making the rounds on Facebook…
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…
Cheers to the freaking weekend
Emma’s swing died on Wednesday morning. Like, died-dead and not just batteries-dead. And I realize this is snarky of me, but I’m rather shocked at the number of people who asked me if the batteries were dead when I said the swing was dead as if there was no possible way I would’ve thought to…
That’s what friends are for
Joshua woke up before 6:00 this morning. Which means I was up at 6:00. Then Emma was up at 7:00. There was much coffee and swinging and playing of Angry Birds while Mama gained some sanity. And once I was sufficiently caffeinated we went for a play date with some of our very favorite people….