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
I already know I'm going to be one of those parents. One of those...an overprotective, over-intrusive mom who asks inappropriate questions and embarrasses her kids. I can feel it. I'm trying to fight the urge. I'm trying to take a deep breath and think it through. Think before I speak, sort of thing. But my… Continue reading Leave the Girl, Take the Cookies
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?
I make a list. I take it with me. I go to the grocery store with the list. The list tells me what I need. I should follow the list. I park the car, grab my cart and I'm ready. I've got the list in my hand. And then I walk in, and I'm immediately… Continue reading The Shopping List