The day that I realized that I am a badass

And then it came. “Mommy, I have to go poop.”  The dreaded words of any newly potty trained child.  Because “I have to go poop” does not simply mean “I have to go poop.”  It really means, “I had to go poop twenty minutes ago, so THIS.IS.AN.EMERGENCY.”

But Are You Proud of Yourself?

My husband and I say we are proud of our kids all the time, every day. We end the night with the phrase every night. We thought it was important. I think it still is… But today I asked Lucy if she was proud of herself (after a great day of school and being particularly helpful throughout the afternoon). She said, “no.”

My Mom Really Loves Daddy

But loving my husband in that way does not mean that we do not have bad days, or weeks, or months. It does not mean that I see everything he does through rose-colored glasses. It doesn’t even mean that I always like him or what he does. In fact, after ten plus years together, there are days when that man drives me downright crazy. And we argue. Boy, do we argue.