So apparently being called a “mommy blogger” is a bad thing. It’s like the n-word of blogging. For mommies — oops, I mean moms — anyway. Huh. I had no idea. Until yesterday, I didn’t know that being called a mommy blogger is, by some, considered to be derogatory. As one woman puts it, it “drips disrespect.” She compared it […]
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Hell in a Cell
There is some big “professional” wrestling event called “Hell in a Cell”. It’s where a bunch of morons wrestle in this thing:I have my own Hell in a Cell. It involves this: and this: Oh, she looks innocent enough, but changing her diaper SUCKS. Somewhere between 15 – 18 months, all my kids inexplicably went from not […]
I see London, I see France, but I don’t see Number 4’s underpants
Last week Number 4 went to school without any underpants. If she had been wearing leggings or pants it wouldn’t have been a big deal. But she was wearing a skirt. I don’t pick out what the kids are going to wear or help them get dressed in the morning. Even Number 5, who is 3-years-old, […]
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 […]
