Guilt. And Crying.
I sat, tucked away at my desk, slurping away at my morning coffee, trying to infuse some much-needed healing warmth into me while checking emails. …
Eleventy Billion School Forms to Sign and Now Web Forms, Too? Gah!
My daughter comes home with a stack of unwanted but must-sign papers, not to mention the other huge stacks I received from all of my …
The Differences Between The First and Second Day of School
It’s so funny how, no matter how much I may toss and turn, awake with my husband’s alarm each day, how getting up for myself …
Stolen Bike
When my seven-year-old learned to ride his bike a couple weeks ago, his proudest moment wasn’t pedaling by himself, it was riding alongside his older …
Dear Santa, Please Stop Collection Agents from Being Idiots. Love, Lisa
Upon moving recently, our address change request didn’t process correctly, and we lost over a month’s worth of mail. (Fun, right?) Some trickled in here …
Let’s Play the “What’s Under Your End Table” Game, Shall We?
Picture me, sprawled out on the carpet between the living room/dining room area, watching Baby Dude play with his “chocolate sandwich” (Nutella), hugging and loving …
This Post is Brought to You by the Letters “T” and “P” and Our Lack There-of (Now)
Apparently, these are the remnants of the last freakin’ roll of toilet paper in the house. Son of a….. (Lie to me and tell me …
Post #BlogHer11 in Which BlogHer is Like Chuck Norris and I Melt Away
I think instead of BlogHer they should call it “ChuckNorrisHer” because it kicks ass in so many ways, to include your own. I feel a …
“Chuck” the Birthday Corn
Husband: “If you want corn for your birthday dinner, we’ll go to Whole Foods and get some whole corn on the cob for you to …
This Post is Brought to You by the Letter “C” for “Creepy”
Doesn’t everyone have toddler underwear crammed behind their printer? You’ve heard of children shedding their clothes like snakeskin. My toddler sheds her clothing then flings …
Dear Salespeople. You’ve Been Warned.
I know this is your way to earn a living, but could you, just for a second, consider that the people on the other end …
Let the Crazy Continue…
At around 12:30, we had a knock at the door. The movers arrived a day early, fresh boxes and paper at the ready. Three hours …