As soon as my kids can write, they are in charge of their thank you notes. But for a 6 or 7-year-old, writing an entire note over and over is a little too much. So I have this saved on my computer. I print it out on some “party” paper, it looks cute, and the
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Tanks for nuttin.
Number 4’s birthday party was over a month ago, and I still haven’t sent out any thank you notes. I can’t even remember who came to the party. I only saw her open 1 gift, so I have no idea who gave her what. So that means I’ll have to send out a bunch of those generic
I need a wife.
One of the frustrations of being a mom is the unbelievable amount of effort that you have to put into just maintaining the status quo in your house. At least for me, anyway. Because I’m not a “cleaner.” I hate to clean. And if you’ve been reading this blog for a while, then you know
Anyone up for a game of telephone?
It is becoming obvious that each of my children was put on this planet to point out my faults. No wonder why I have so many kids. It’s like that movie Se7en with Brad Pitt where a serial killer chooses his victims based on the 7 deadly sins. Number 3’s focus is clearly communication. I guess his teacher has
Something’s Gotta Give
So here’s the problem. I expect too much from my kids. There is only a certain amount of time that a 1, 2, and 3-year-old can entertain themselves without being destructive. I always push it just a little bit too far. It’s that “let me just do one more thing” that always results in something
Cleanliness is next to, well, EVERYTHING, if you’re a co host on “The Talk”
Between the hours of 1:00 and 4:00 Numbers 5, 6, and 7 take a nap. Sometimes they go to sleep a little later, and sometimes they wake up a little earlier, but I can usually count on a good 1 1/2 hour overlap where all 3 of them are sleeping. So during that time I