I need a clone. Actually, I think I need two. I’m not sure the world could handle 3 of me though. So I think I may have found the solution. I need a sister wife. Or two. Maybe even three. I happened to watch that show for the first time the other day. If you’ve
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Tonight I am NOT going to party like it’s 1999.
It’s New Year’s Eve! Woo hoooo!!! Oh. Wait. Who gives a shit. New Year’s Eve stopped being exciting about… Um… 7 kids ago. The last time I partied like it was 1999 was in… 1999. Yep. Don’t get me wrong. I will still pass out on New Year’s Eve. But now it’s from exhaustion instead
The Sunday Sin Bin
A couple weeks ago I shared a a pretty big secret. Now, I’m not super religious. In fact, I’m not really religious at all. I never go to church. I don’t even go on Christmas or Easter anymore. Due to a number of events that have occurred in my life, I’m just not sure what
Potty mouth? Me? WTF are you talking about?
Not too long ago, Number 4 asked me, “Mom, why is a bad word a bad word?” And I had no answer for her. “That’s a good question,” I said. “Who decides which words are bad, and which ones are okay?” she continued. And all I could come up with was, “I have no idea.”
This too shall pass. In about 18 years.
So yesterday I wrote about how I had a parenting moment that I wasn’t exactly proud of. I mean, it wasn’t like a Mommy Dearest moment. But I wish I had gone about it differently. I did apologize to the boys about it. I did admit that I wished I had handled it differently. I acknowledged
I call a time out. I call a do over.
Yesterday I messed up. I lost my patience with Number 1 and 2. My reasons for being upset were justified. But I’m not exactly happy with the way I went about handling the whole situation. I want a rewind button. Or even better… a delete key. I need a Microsoft Word app for my life. I would like to