This morning I got up, showered, vacuumed, made coffee, and broke down a door. All before 10:00 a.m. Yes. You read that correctly. I broke down my own front door. Here’s how the conversation that led to this went: Dan: “You know, Jennifer’s coming over this morning. You might want to clean the rest of…
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Not Super Mom Secrets–The denim edition
Okay, y’all. After the heavy posts this week, I feel like we need to lighten things up a bit around here. Let’s talk Secrets. And jeans. Tonight I feel compelled to share some Top Secret Intel with you. These are probably not earth-shattering secrets for anyone except me. But they are my secrets and since…
The definition of my life right now.
fe·ral adj ˈfir-əl, ˈfer-; ˈfe-rəl Definition of FERAL 1 : of, relating to, or suggestive of a wild beast 2 a: not domesticated or cultivated :wildb: having escaped from domestication and become wild Not domesticated. Or un-domesticated. As in, once I felt like maybe I had this whole domestic goddess (or at least demi-goddess) thing…
Today was…pleasant.
Things are finally getting somewhat back to normal around here. It only took the child a week and a half and a round of antibiotics to adjust to DST. But, we seem to be adjusted. Finally. This morning was kind of a pain in the bootycakes. Dan had to leave early for work which meant…
Sad day, y’all. Sad. Day.
I’d planned to write this post earlier today since today was a teacher workday and I typically get nothing accomplished on teacher workdays. (If you happen to be my boss and are reading this at this moment, please keep reading.) Luckily, I surprised myself. Not only did I get my last set of American Revolutionary…