I decided at kind of the last minute to have a party before the summer was over. So on Saturday, we had one last hurrah. The weather was beautiful, and the pool was consistently packed. Usually at our parties, the dads are down playing horseshoes. But this time they were mostly in the pool. You never know
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Are you 1, are you 2, are you 3, are you 4…
Here’s a picture of my grandma and me. Isn’t she pretty? I call her Gma. The kids call her Great Gma. Today is her 90th birthday. Holy Shit, that’s old. We are having a party for her, but it’s not until September 22. Number 4 thought Great Gma would be upset that the party wasn’t on her actual
If there’s no post tomorrow, that means DCF has come and taken me away.
I thought you’d like to start off your Labor Day Weekend with a little story written by Number 4 yesterday afternoon. Let me preface the story with this: After Number 4 read me this story she said, “Mom, I’ve met the Good Boy several times. I know her, I mean him, veeery well.” The Good Boy,
the attitude of gratitude
A few years ago, I watched an Oprah which was about “The Secret”. According to The Secret, you are a magnet attracting to you all things, via the signal you are emitting through your thoughts and feelings. According to The Secret, we create our lives, with every thought every minute of every day. The woman who
I want to start this day over again, and it’s only 5:47
My morning began with an inhuman, record-setting amount of pee in a 3-year-old’s bed. I mean so much pee that when I went in to Number 5’s room to take care of the situation I literally got splashed. How that happened, I’m not even going to attempt to explain. But let’s just say we both needed to
Serenity now. Serenity now.
The hours between 4:00 pm and 8:00 pm yesterday can be summed up by the following 4 quotations from my children: “Mom, Number 3 promised me that he won’t ever lock me in my room again, and I’m cool with that.” “You are a mean, stupid mommy.” “Mom, I know this won’t get me out of my room, but