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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

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

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

I love to watch cooking shows.  I usually watch them while I am in the kitchen making dinner. But Giada De Laurentiis is really pissing me off. I’ve gotten some good ideas from her.  But I’m just about to the point where I can’t listen to her anymore.  I find the fact that she has to say

When I was little, there was a guy named Paul who lived in my town and worked at the grocery store bagging groceries. My parents knew his parents, and so he knew me by name.  Every time we went to the store he would say hello to me. Well, he was mentally retarded.  Or special

Let me begin by saying I think Girl Scouts of Connecticut is a wonderful organization. And then let me follow by saying that I hated almost every second I was involved in it. I really wanted to like it. I started off feeling enthusiastic about being a leader of Number 4’s troop.  I envisioned myself with Number