Okay, I'm gonna lay it right out, put my cards on the table right now and tell you, I'm not ready. I mean, I knew it was coming...I could feel it. It began with the bedtime routine, of not needing me to tuck you in; brushing your teeth on your own and goodnight kisses and… Continue reading An Open Letter to My Children…
He has always been my benchmark. My sounding board. My hero. He was the seeker of all things lost, the smile amidst the sorrow, the heart throughout the heartache. My dad turns 80 years old today. And I'm struggling with it. Eighty seems like such a big number. It seems so old. So much time… Continue reading More than a man…
My kids have been out of school for maybe 2 weeks. I lost track already. It feels like literally, forever. I'm not gonna lie, I'm kinda done with it. The first few days were great! I went shopping and picked up what I thought was an endless supply of paint, paintbrushes, canvas & sketch paper.… Continue reading Back to School is When?
The carnival was in town this past weekend. My youngest was super excited to go and reminded me every hour throughout the entire weekend, that indeed, the carnival was in town. I tried distractions. I tried bribery. I'm not a carnival kind of girl - not a fan of those ill-put together, nauseating spin rides,… Continue reading Why I Hate Carnivals.
A few years back, we told our oldest about Santa. He was eleven at the time. And by 'we' I mean my husband, because in all actuality, I was a coward, and just couldn't bring myself to destroy my son's childhood. And guess what? It did not go well. So when my middle turned eleven… Continue reading Telling the Truth…About Santa
Is it wrong to be sick of my kids? I mean, like, really sick of my kids. Like I need a break from them and they've only been home from school for like, 5 minutes. But as soon as they get off the bus, it starts. "I want ice cream." "I wanna go for a… Continue reading Moms, Can You Relate to This?
So I have chickens. 6 of them. If you knew me, you'd know that I'm not a chicken-raisin' kind of girl. Chickens, farm life, nature...not my jam. Give me ice cold air conditioning over a rolled-down window any day. I'll pick high heels over sneakers every time. Camping? Let's be serious. And yet, here I… Continue reading The Chicken & The Roo