As I faintly saw my daughter in the distance running toward a vault to jump high onto some mats, I wondered if I could get out there and join her 6 year old gymnastics class. Not because I want to get back to the basics of gymnastics, but because one of my boys was having… Continue reading We Can Only Hold It Together So Long
. . . through every sequence of events leading up to Christ’s birth, if I were Mary, I woulda been like, THIS IS NOT HAPPENING.
Since only you know your personality and desperation levels, we’ve designated each way by level of difficulty, effort or ruthlessness. Go get your alone time, mamas! 1. Stand in the chimney (eating cookies), and tell everyone “you’re just tidying up for ‘ole Santa!” (Easy) 2. Every few hours go into the attic one more time to “see if you forgot anything”. (Easier) 3. Insist that… Continue reading 12 Ways Mom Can Get Some Alone Time This Christmas
I don’t know about you but I have a small ulcer (teeny tiny) that has formed since the election. And it’s not really because of the obvious reasons. It’s actually because it has become so difficult to filter through so many different thoughts on social media. In fact, my brain has turned into one of… Continue reading What My Children Would Hear From Me If Trump Was President-Elect or Not
I mean this, of course, in the nicest way. And of course, I presume that those who love summer and all that it offers have a well-balanced aging of children, likely only one three year old boy. Or fewer kids with strong personalities. I also assume those who love summer are mild-mannered in nature, have… Continue reading So Long, Sweet Summer. Now, Go.
Meeting people for the first time as a 34-year-old mom of three children five years old and younger, two of which are the same glorious age of three, and those two three year olds are boys, is just hard. I liken parenting three-year-old boys to this scenario: two wobbly men on stilts holding two full… Continue reading Where are the CRAZY mom stories in the Bible?
The days can become ordinary and bland when we lose sight of the importance and value in each one. We can easily start throwing some sardines into the oatmeal when we let bitterness linger. We can toss some soured milk into the bowl when we start comparing our lives to someone else’s only.