“to extend or expand beyond a safe or reasonable point” Tuesday morning, 5:30 am. Mommy…mommy…you can hear the whispers. As you pry your groggy eyes open(ish) through the ridiculously early morning darkness,you make out what appears to be your 3-year-old pleading for some grapes…peeeeeeez. You stumble your way to the kitchen, tripping over a scattering of Tonka trucks and… Read More Overextended.
That mortifying moment your 3-year-old busts out his first four-letter word. And you know exactly where he learned it from…you. We’ve all been there. Don’t lie. You know you have, too. We do our best to keep it clean around innocent ears, but every once in awhile (daily) things might slip out that would make even… Read More SH*T
We’re watching the Never Ending Story while folding the Never Ending Laundry.
Hey girl, I feel your pain. The pure exhaustion is setting in, taking over every part of you. I feel. your. pain. Today’s one of those days you’re so tired that if there was a breathalyzer for delirium, you’re pretty sure you’d blow a million point a million.
My oldest boy is learning to write. He can’t quite get those tricky w’s, and he writes his sixes backwards. Right now, he loves homework. I mean not just a little, when he’s sent home with an assignment, it’s like Christmas morning for this kid. He cries if we can’t make it to a school… Read More Passing Penmanship
I met my new best friend today. No, it’s not a giant can of spam. She doesn’t even eat faux meat. At least I don’t envision she does. See, we haven’t actually met…yet.
April is National Poetry Month. I’ve decided to celebrate by sharing the first poem I ever wrote…many…many moons ago.
Like most moms, I spend a lot of time reading children’s books. Every night we glide through sleepy rhythmic cadences, while smirking at the hidden educational lessons masked as silly little rhymes. But every once in a while, a book comes along that makes me wish my vocal chords had been severed.
It’s been a while, I know. I apologize for the distance, er, the lack of distance logged rather. But I promise, stupid dear RunKeeper app, to make it up to you with miles upon miles of record-breaking sprints power walks. They say absence makes the heart grow fonder, and I’ve definitely found that to be true.… Read More Dear RunKeeper…
Mommy woke up on the wrong side of the bed today. You know, the bed I share with daddy, the dog and now your wiggly 2-year-old brother who refuses to rest unless his hand is lying somewhere on my sleepy head.