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…
thank god for wine
One part McFatty one part Hoarders
My dear, darling, awesome, wonderful husband has a little issue with stillness sometimes. As in, he can’t sit still. As in, last year on Staycation he almost killed me with his need to be productive and this was a 3 day weekend and OMGRELAXANDSTOPMOVING. Yeah. So, in order to save my marriage not fight, I…
Yeah, rock out, whatever
Fridays that are fall on the 13th of the month (or 13ths of the month that fall on Fridays?) are historically good days for me. Except that time in ’93 when a blizzard ruined my 11th birthday and trapped me at a friend’s house for nearly a week while her mom cooked vegetable soup on…
Dudes. This blows.
Here’s a warning before you get any further into this post. If you are my Uncle Terry or a man NOT married to me, or a wayward student who has randomly found me (please God not that), or someone who is skeeved out by talks of vaginas and periods and other gross things, don’t read…
Holy irrational irritability, Batman
I know, I know. I’ve already written a post today. Woohoo! Here’s another one! Y’all, I have no idea what has come over me but I have smacked into the Wall of Irritation. Repeatedly. And out of nowhere. So quickly that the first thing I did after walking out of Joshua’s room tonight was pour…