There was a commercial when I was a kid. A woman surrounded by kids, sweaty and frazzled, praying for one thing:
Elizabeth has been sick for over two weeks now which means my brain - the brain that used to be able to recall things like social security numbers, birthdays, and shoe sizes - is mush. Or Im a z...
Its Memorial Day. Which means honoring those who have died in defense of our country. And pool time.
The purse. That lovely - and useful - accessory every woman uses to cart around her life. When youre a mom, buying a purse means you have to put in a bit more thought than, "This is cute!"
Ive spent the last 48 hours in lockdown. I might be slowly going insane.
My youngest sister graduated from nursing school this weekend. On my kids scale of "Cool Jobs" this ranks right up there with "Fireman" or "Iron Man".
My sister is a professional photographer. While youd think that meant I had pictures of my children at ever stage of their lives hanging around my living room, I dont. Mostly because I never pay her.
Elizabeth has been walking around the house singing "Rolling in the Deep" for the past couple of weeks. While her raspy voice is perfect for Adeles ballad, it throws me a bit to hear her sing...
We lost a chicken. She was a silly bird. Flighty. Were not sure if its the result of something she ate or fowl play. The other hens wouldnt squawk about what happened in the coop that dark night.
Walking through Target, the signs are everywhere:
I never swore before I had children.
Last Friday, I wrote that I thought my six-year-old was too young to see The Avengers. Three days later and Im caving faster than a house of cards in a hurricane.
Joseph recently received his latest issue of Lego Club Magazine. Front and center was an "article" (I call them advertisements) on their latest line:
After the first few sleepless weeks I had started to feel more like my old self by the beginning of month two.
Ive written a few dozen times about my potty training woes. Well, not my potty training. More like my daughters.
Over the weekend I helped to throw a baby shower for a good friend. Amongst the gifts of onesies and diapers, bottle brushes and blankets, she was showered with advice from those of us most recently ...
Ive discovered dating while a single mom is not at all the same as dating while a single woman.
For Josephs birthday, he asked to go mini golfing as a family.
I spent most of yesterday in the ER with my youngest. Seems the girl has a penchant for jumping off couches but not the talent for landing.
For years, Ive been hearing about the Mommy Wars.
It should come as no surprised that I have chickens. What? Youre surprised? Did you not look at my picture?
Its that most horrific time of the year.
Weve been having one of those months. You know the kind.
Easter is over and Im gearing up for Josephs birthday.
Easter is early this year. Not as early as it can be. There are times it pops up in March. Still, this year it’s hopping in quicker than I can say Little Bunny Foo Foo.
Joseph’s school has a crazy rule: If a child wants to invite anyone from his class to his birthday party, he must invite everyone in his class.
Im the mother of a graffiti artist. A vandal. Elizabeth is on a path of either criminal or artistic renown. If she doesnt in end up in time out for the next 15-20.
I garden. Its one of the things that bring me a sense of order, accomplishment, peace, and serenity. It also gives me almost free food.
Its been three weeks since Ive started this thing called "full time employment". Not to be a whiner, but its not at all what I was expecting.
Becoming a mum didn’t feel real to me until the first time I was left alone with my baby. For me this was in a hospital, in a ward with a handful of other mums and babies.
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