So I don’t have a lot of time today… T-minus 28 1/2 hours until the arrival of Dateline. My kitchen looks like this: Actually, that was yesterday afternoon. Now it looks a lot worse. But it’s not all bad… I do see a brush there on the floor… Anyway. Moving into the dining room… And my mudroom looks like […]
Life at My House
My family really knows how to make a girl feel special. Oh wait, I must be thinking about someone else’s family.
I was going to give you a witty recap of Number 4’s birthday party this morning, but I totally overslept. And not because I stayed up late doing anything fun last night, or because I overindulged at an awesome birthday or anniversary dinner. I’m not sure why… It couldn’t be because Number 1 told me […]
Things I learned yesterday
1. Croquet balls will leave a nice bruise when your brother whips one at you. 2. I should not have opened a Facebook account for my clueless husband who really freaking pissed me off last night. 3. One of my children is guaranteed to lose or break at least one pair of goggles every day. 4. I […]
Please raise your glasses
Yesterday was my aunt and uncle’s 50th wedding anniversary party. They have lived out of the country for the past 20 years, so we don’t see them very often. This was my conversation with the kids yesterday. “After Number 3’s baseball game we are going to Aunt G and Uncle L’s anniversary party. It’s a grown […]
Party planners are overrated
Yesterday was Number 3’s 7th birthday. He had 13 friends over to our house for an old-school birthday party. Nothing fancy. Play. Eat pizza. Play. Eat cake. Open presents. Play. Go home. I usually make a special cake. One year I did Grover… Another year I made Spiderman… So I’m no Cake Boss, but the kids […]
my dirty (not so) little secret
My alarm goes off every morning at 4:00 a.m. I usually hit snooze a couple times, but I’m sitting at the computer sometime between 4:30 and 4:45 every morning. Although it’s early, I look forward to this little sliver of “me” time. I get my coffee, go up to the office, and start writing. I love being […]
