The other day the kids watched Good Boy. It’s a pretty dumb movie about a dog from outer space who visits Earth to verify the rumor that dogs have not, in fact, taken over the planet. But the dogs can talk, and the kids think it’s funny. There is a scene where one of the dogs has a
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Here’s a paper bag and a banana. Stop complaining and get on the bus.
Only 6 days left until school starts. I’m starting to slip into the end-of-summer-blues. I’m not mentally prepared for the early morning rush and the regimented routines and schedules that we have to slip back into. And I’m dreading the lunchboxes. My kids have never bought a school lunch. I’ve always felt pretty good about
Nobody wants to buy my children, but they’ll definitely give me money to get away from them
Yesterday we had a tag sale, which is a yard sale, or a garage sale, if you don’t live in Connecticut. Anyway, here are a couple of things I learned: 1. When you post on facebook that you are having a tag sale and you also write a blog about how your kids pick their
Wow, my kids really appreciate me.
A couple days ago someone commented on a post I wrote, saying it would be interesting to read something from my husband’s or one of the kid’s point of view. So I’m trying that out. Sort of. I haven’t figured out the best way to go about doing it. But this post was “written” by
Looks like Number 4 has found a replacement for me
I sleep on the couch. Every night. Not for like a little bit until I wake up and then go into my bed. For the whole night. Since I’ve had kids, I’ve developed this superhuman, bionic hearing capability. No noise made by any of the children goes undetected, and every sound leads immediately to my eyes
The statistics don’t lie
Thursday in Numbers Number of hours I slept: 5.5 Number of Miles I ran: 4 Number of hardboiled eggs I made: 24 Number of hardboiled eggs remaining: 11 Number of swim lessons I taught: 7 Number of bathing suits Number 5 wore: 3 Number of times Number 5 had to put on a different “beautiful