Now don’t get me wrong – I didn’t start out completely oblivious to the cut-throat nature of big business. It happens everywhere, but when it happens to you in a place where you truly feel like you can make a difference, it feels so much worse.
Raising a teenager is about so much more than just the teen. It’s about the agonizing process of watching our sweet children turn sour, knowing that the sweet will eventually return, and loving them through the process.
Don’t get me wrong – I love a good extrovert. I married mine nearly twenty years ago, and I still feel like I won the husband lottery. He’s the yin to my yang, and I couldn’t imagine my life without him.
When I became pregnant at 40, my husband and I were stunned. We already had two kids, we were delightfully done with poopy diapers and naptime, and,… Read more “My “Do-Over” is Done”
These kids need to eat lunch. Every. Single. Day. They also generate twice as much dirty laundry when they’re home, use the bathrooms a lot more (ew), and I suspect they’re breeding fidget spinners.
I have a confession. My kids haven’t written thank you notes in two years, and it’s killing me. After each of my children’s birthday parties, I carefully… Read more “Thank You Notes? No Thank you.”
I wish the whole day could be morning. No, I’m totally serious. To me, morning feels fresh, new, and alive. My thinking is clear and focused, my… Read more “Forgive Me, I’m a Morning Person”
About eight weeks ago, I was in one of “those moods.” You know the feeling – wondering if anyone would clean the toilets if I didn’t, or… Read more “Tethered to the House”
I have two sets of children. The first set, a girl and a boy, were carefully planned, exactly 2 years apart. The second set, not so much.… Read more “Birth Order is Real”
Every night, day after day, on school days, holidays, sick days, and every day in between, we put our kids to bed. No matter what kind of… Read more “Climbing the Bedtime Mountain”