My husband is painfully old-fashioned when it comes to family time. He has all sorts of delusions of grandeur about making high quality memories for our kids. This has translated into the biggest vacation farce of all, camping. A week of camping. Unlike my Tired Not Dead partner in crime, I loved me some … Continue reading Camping: One Big NOPE Part 2-clinical evidence
I have completely given up on the idea of planning. There have been so many instances where I convince myself events will play out in a predictable fashion, only to have that idea explode in my face. Accept that planning is bullcrap. This has never been more true than when it comes to family … Continue reading Want a good laugh? Plan a trip with kids.
All of my children have done it. All three have become inexplicably attached to a piece of fabric. Blankies rule the roost in our home. When blankies are being washed, my children enter a mourning period. God forbid I dry the things too. There are few things worse than a crying baby, especially one … Continue reading I am jealous of a blanky.
I want the very best for my children. I want them to be able to achieve whatever goal they will eventually set for their lives. Recently it hit me that I do not care what that goal is, but I want it to include them being good people. The evening before my son's first … Continue reading I just want to raise good humans.
Most people have been exposed to some version of the incessant phonics bus. The monotonous and repetitive droning of letters and sounds is burned into my mind. I have fantasized about the demise of this bus. Watching it be thrown from a highway overpass and then promptly run over by a semitruck, … Continue reading If the phonics bus was honest.
"The guilt is a bitch but worse, my patience is razor thin..."
Pinterest is the epitome of smoke and mirrors. Pinterest has completely convinced me that I can do anything in only 78 easy steps. Case and point I volunteered to cater my mother's retirement party. I'm a nurse, a mother of 3 kids under 5-years old, and not a damn caterer. It all … Continue reading I am a Pinterest Fail
I have experienced times in my parenting life that I have been asked to let "all my friends know" about whatever event or another. At these points I typically just stare off into a distance and look dumbfounded. Most notably my Tired Not Dead partner recently asked me to invite "my people" to a Tired … Continue reading I don’t have people… I have kids: A confession of social isolation.
There is a rule in my home regarding the pristine condition of, well, everything. That rule is that nothing, absolutely nothing, will stay in any form of pristine condition. Somewhere between all the farm critters, my husband's constant projects, 3 kids, and my own general clumsiness, pristine gets lost. I have gathered a small body of … Continue reading This is why we can’t have nice things.
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