When the package from Amazon arrived I searched my foggy brain for some memory of what I had ordered. I order things from Amazon with quick draw speed. In a showdown in the streets of the old west – you’d be pushing up daisies. Since the conception of the Amazon Prime Pantry – I haveRead More
In our house, there are a number of ways to wake Justin and me. Screaming your head off for, yet another, bottle in the middle of the night or even pooping your pants is very effective. Our teenage sons like to watch horror flicks and cook bacon and sing, loudly, at all hours of theRead More
“What do you do all day?” Truly I say to you – I am asked this often. I stay home. I am a stay-at-home mom. I have worked outside of the home, children in tow. Bravo to every working mom out there, because if you can run a household and manage human beings, you areRead More
Happy Sunday my friends! Are you behind on the stuff to stop saying? Get caught up here! Write 31 Day Page! or my first Viral Posts An Open Letter to My Children: You’re Not that Great And then a riot broke out in Target!
“Watch this…” And the worst parent in the world award goes to…. Drum roll…. Me. Thank you, thank you… I try. And I do try. I promise. I love being a mom. Someone said to me, “Oh my! Starting over with babies in your forties!?!?!?! You know you’ll never retire.” My response to this is,Read More
“Do you want to go to Walmart?” No. And if you really cared about me, you would have invited me to Target. I hope you have a lovely Sunday. I am over the moon to be counted a worthy read in your busy schedule! If you missed any of the lunacy this week be sureRead More
I can’t argue with him. I can’t take him to library time in this get-up, or lack there-of. I can’t get enough coffee in me to make it to nap time. I can’t chase “baaman” and the naked boy wonder. I can’t finish my blog posts. I can’t register the 17-year-old for the PSAT. I can’t run another forgotten lunch to the school. I can’t face make-up, and I can’t face dealing with my hair. I can’t face the gym. I can’t face another meatloaf. I can’t get the bills mailed. I can’t believe the number on the scale. I can’t sign up for Weight Watchers… again. And I can’t open the sippy cup I just found under the bed, it is moving and has a pulse. I just can’t.
“Oh, my word! Suzy is such a hick. ‘Ashley won’t wear shoes.’ Puh-lease! Just put shoes on the child. Who is in charge in this relationship?”
I can’t sing. The scripture “I can do all things through Christ…” is one of my favorites. I dare not negate its authority in my life. However, it does go on to say, “through Him who gives me strength.” And He who is in me, hasn’t strengthened this ability in me. To add insult toRead More
I reached for my phone on the nightstand. Where was I? What was going on? I tried to read the time on my phone, but my eyes weren’t cooperating. Straining, I was able to make out 3:01 am. I coughed. And realized my lungs were being constricted. Panic set in, and I started to sortRead More
Teen son 1: WHAT KIND OF PARENT ARE YOU? You weren’t going to say “Hey son you’re about to be decapitated… you may not want to do that!” Apparently I need to know everything by 15 if I want to live! Teen son 2: Why can’t he just do it? He has the wing spanRead More
So if you start your Monday out on the wrong foot STAY STRONG. Keep it up all week. If on Monday morning you are in the principal’s office in your pajamas, fuzzy slippers, and no bra… by time you put the babies down for a nap make sure they have thrown eggs all over everyRead More