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
Rarely am I rendered speechless… but the ghastly black vomit left me so. I had no words. I just stood there staring at it. It was like a dream, the one where someone is chasing you. They are wearing a creepy faceless mask and they are swinging a giant sharp hook thing at your head…Read More
“Excuse me?” I ask. “Are you just a mom? Or do you work outside the home?” The stranger inquired. “Um.” I truly wish I was more confrontational at this point. I manage to spatter out, “I am just a mom….” Given the opportunity to do it over again I might say something like this: Yes,Read More