For those of you who know me, you know I'm a pretty positive person. I'm always smiling. I'm usually pretty happy. I don't often share a tale of woes because I don't really have any. Well, not now anyway. Not anymore. Back in July, I went through something. It shook me to my core. I… Continue reading 8 Months of Soul Searching…
I don't like to watch the news. I don't like my happy world interrupted by death, political posturing, kidnapping and natural disasters. I don't like knowing what insurmountable pain surrounds us, all over the world. I'm crazy like that. Growing up in my suburban home, I simply don't recall such bad news. I don't seem… Continue reading The World Today…It’s Not The 80s.
I've been thinking about how insane things feel right now. It seems you can't say anything, do anything or be anything without someone being offended. Bullying. Cyber Bullying. Exploitation of kids, women...black lives matter, blue lives matter...shouldn't everyone matter? For the past few nights my daughter has been crying because of a hoax that was… Continue reading Missing the Good Old Days…
I'm feeling sorry for myself today. It started early this morning, when my oldest asked what I thought of his hair. I should have known it was a trap. No matter what I said, it was going to be the wrong answer. And it was. Then my middle, usually my saving grace, the one I… Continue reading Invisible
After a long day at the boutique, I came home to an empty house. Heaven! The husband and the kids were out. Nice! Alone time. The house was mine all mine. Well, mine and my pups. In my elation, I ran upstairs to put on my pjs and get all snuggled up to watch some… Continue reading Why I will never fold laundry again, unless I’ve personally washed it myself
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
Last week was rough. I was pooped on by my dog, chased after a fox to save my chickens, had my poor little ear skin burned by a 410 degree curling iron, poked myself in the eye with a tweezers, and had an ongoing fight with a fly that just would not retreat. Throw in… Continue reading And how was your week?
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?
School started today. And homework began for the parents. As I read the instructions from my girlie's 4th grade teacher, I smiled. Yes, this particular homework was welcomed. This homework was "In a Million Words or Less" tell me about your child. This teacher is a very smart woman. She wanted a chance to get… Continue reading My 4th Grade Project.
This day has finally arrived. I mean, I knew it was coming. Like, in my head, I knew it. I mean, it just made sense, right? It comes eventually, right? I just didn't believe it. I couldn't. The possibility of all three of my kids leaving the house for 6 whole hours...I just couldn't imagine.… Continue reading Why Back to School is Better than Christmas