Innocent chat. A friendly face approaches you and starts up a conversation. Strangely, this person seems to know a whole lot about you. They ask about how your family is doing, if your still working at the same place, and if that rash ever cleared up. The more they talk the more confused you become … Continue reading Fake it until you make: When you have no clue who you are talking to.
Grocery shopping with kids is stressful by itself. Trying to remember everything, stay on budget, and not lose my mind while wrangling small children in public is no easy feat. Then enter the level of hell that is the grocery car-cart. On the surface one would assume that the car-cart is a fun distraction … Continue reading The psychological torture of the car-cart
I have seven more hours. Seven hours until the sun comes up and the world demands my attention. I will be forced to perform as an adult on the highest level. Three kids, the house, the farm, the husband, and work all want me. They all want all of me. Here's the thing. … Continue reading I should be sleeping: Enjoying the quiet of the late night hours.
C1 (5-year old boy) and C2 (3-year old girl) had been picking at each other all day. The amount of tattling, screaming, and general asshole behavior was getting at my last nerve. This irritating behavior had escalated to a full-blown game of "bitch, slap, whine, repeat". I was exhausted. I had the brilliant (you know if I describe myself … Continue reading My kids are walking birth control.
I am a greasy lady. I sweat while sitting. I sweat a shit-ton when stressed. When I work out, forget about it. In my younger days I was a two-shower-a-day lady. In high school/college I could have easily supplied enough moisture to function as a household humidifier. Marriage, big-girl job, and three … Continue reading Ode to Dry Shampoo