Not Just Another Day
(Note: I’ve been hiding this in draft for over a month, afraid to share. But I feel like, the more I hide it, the more …
Adventures with Child Proof Caps, and the Pharmacist is Out to Get Me
The Pharmacist-jerk is mocking me, I tell you. Child proof caps my ass! I know I’m all-kinds-of stuffed up and sick-like, but c’mon, I can’t …
Dear Mr. Pharmacist – Don’t Be a Jerk-Nugget
(I couldn’t stop myself from venting about this after my fiasco of an experience yesterday…)Dear Mr. Pharmacist-type person, I’m sure you’re just doing your “job” …
A Sort-of To Do Tuesday (Week 50) – The One Where I Apologize
If this is your first time reading and you’re wondering what To-Do Tuesday is all about, click to check out the first post to find …
For the Love of the Game, or Just the Win?
I sit here at this blank screen, and I want to write about the blue sky that tented the sun today, like a smiling curtain …
Rashes, Botched Medicines, and Doctor Blunders, Oh My!
As we took his shirt off, we noticed the rash. He was speckled alright, like red spray paint covering his trunk, all the way to …
Dear Remote Stealer. You Suck. Love, Mom
Dear Remote-Stealer, I’m not sure which one of you it is that keeps stealing the remote. Or heck, it may not even be one of …
To Do Tuesday Week 47
If this is your first time reading and you’re wondering what To-Do Tuesday is all about, click to check out the first post to find …
Magical Potty Powers of Doom™
I’ve spoken before about my magical powers for inflicting insta-sleep on my children. I am not the only one in this house with the force, …
Grilled Cheese Cuteness (aka Got Mom Wrapped Around My Finger)
My kindergartner Super M was hungry for lunch, and is addicted to grilled cheese. Like, hardcore addicted. However, I’d prepared chicken nuggets for lunch. He …
Life as an Army Wife
My husband’s jump yesterday was successful, but what many don’t realize is how difficult it is to be the wife to an Airborne soldier. They …
Apparently, I’m a Racist?
This morning was one in which my stomach was (is) tied eleventy-billion times over, worrying about my husband jumping out of a perfectly good airplane …