For the record, this is my blog. MY blog. And if you are here, it is because you chose to be here. Not because I forced myself upon you. So I suppose it is as though I have extended an open invitation to a party I’m hosting. And you have decided to stop by. You
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I’m Not Sure I Want My Kids To Go To College
I was the first person in my family to graduate from college. And once I did that, I went right on to grad school and got my masters degree in elementary ed. I have spent lots of time talking to the kids about college. Discussing how grades are important if you even want to have
Until We Meet Again
Every once in a long while, you cross paths with a couple who just seems too good to be true. And I don’t mean one of those irritating couples who calls each other Baby every 13 seconds or who posts crap about how they are soulmates and best friends on Facebook. I mean one of
Sunday Slow Down Series
I coached a swim meet all weekend. I got home today and my playroom looked like this: The rest of my house didn’t look much different. I could have spent time picking crap up. But instead, I watched my kids and their friends do this: While I did this: Hope you took some time to
Yes. Sometimes I call my kids a$$holes.
The If my kid is being an asshole I want you to tell me post is the gift that keeps on giving. After I wrote the follow up post to that, I received this comment: First of all, how could you (an adult) call your kid an asshole to begin with? The child copies you
What do you do when a kid is being an asshole and their parent thinks it’s ok?
A couple days ago I wrote this post entitled If my kid is being an asshole, I want you to tell me, and someone left this comment: It’s especially hard when the parent is sitting right there and their kid is being an asshole. The parent seems blissfully unaware that their kid’s behavior is inappropriate.