kids
What you Believe is What You Receive
Time for a little positive energy around here.
Kids are in school and learning a whole bunch of life defining skills- including school bus survival. I kiss and hug them and tell them every morning to go out there and knock ‘em dead. To hold their head up high and believe in themselves. My husband tells them every night how proud he is of them, how much he expects of them, how worthy they are. They are learning life lessons- that you don’t get what you don’t earn- and no one hears the whining.…
She's a Little Runaway
I ran away for a few days. But I’m back. And I was never that far. And I did what I needed to do.
I suppose we all have our runaway stories. My kids have both done it- or at least attempted it.
Not sure what that says about me as a Mommy.
Granted neither one of them got far, they were definitely missed and certainly the reason behind the attempt wasn’t taken lightly.
I know I had my share of runaway attempts growing up. The worst part was when I’d thought I’d runaway from home- had packed my favorite …
What did you do on summer vacation, Johnny? Well, I almost drowned…
So, yes. I went on vacation. And yep, I actually came back. Dammit. The post delay has many reasons… none of which I want to go into right now, suffice it to say this will be a long one.
Sometimes, when you look at the ocean, you think she is a restful, calm place. A place where romance blooms and sweet nothings are carried by the breeze across sandy dunes to land gently on freckled cheeks slightly scorched by the sun.
Other times, you see her for what she really is- a sly trickster PMS’ing in the worst way. She …
Compliments of my 14 year old son
It’s true.
Every fortune cookie saying automatically becomes funnier if you add these 3 words: IN THE BED.
try it.
A closed mouth gathers no feet. in the bed
He who throws dirt is losing ground. in the bed
You can always find happiness at work on Friday. in the bed
Do not mistake temptation for opportunity. in the bed
A woman who seeks to be equal with men lacks ambition. in the bed
The greatest danger could be your stupidity. in the bed
He who laughs at himself never runs out of things to laugh at. in the bed…
Wait. I'm supposed to stay home? With them?
Yesterday was elementary and high school orientation. Each kid had their MOM moment, a one on one time to show off their skills and personality, to wow Mom with their growth, intelligence and witticisms- to impress teachers and principals, to re-establish friendships that had waned over the summer, and to make comments on and about EVERYTHING.
From the way the school halls smelled to the lame seating, to the class room roster to the weight Mr. X gained and the color of Mrs. P’s hair.
I swear, I don’t know where they get it.
By the end of the day …
My life as I know it, is about to change.
By this time next week I will be on my 4th family-less day and hopefully loving it.
I used to have a daydream where I ran away from my family with pockets full of cash, a one way ticket to Paris and a pilot case stuffed with great shoes.
Then I settled for the 8:30-4pm school/work day reprieve. But, even as much as I LOVE my house, and the quietly productive time I spend there, I also have to deal with telephones, animals and all too obvious chores.
Beginning Monday, I will spend more than 2 weeks away from home, …
Sensitive Guy- at least where skin is concerned.
Instead of enjoying a wonderful yoga session yesterday, I was sitting in a doctor’s office looking at this: One week old POISON IVY . Trust me it was uglier in person.
My son was blessed/cursed with sensitive skin. Certain fabrics give him rashes, he sunburns and freckles in minutes and has permanent tattoos where a pencil poked through his jeans pocket and jabbed him in the leg.
The boy wanted the doctor to be stymied at this ugliness of the poison ivy, he imagined it might be another HOUSE episode, but that only made Dr. George laugh. Those shows are …
shoe sale: 2 for 1
There are times in a mother’s life when she gets all misty eyed. the first steps, the first tooth, the first kiss, the first date/prom/dance.
This weekend I had one of those moments:
The first mother-daughter matching shoe purchase.
God help me. She’s only nine.
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