"Merry Christmas, Darling" by the Carpenters comes on the music channel while I'm washing dishes. Although the kitchen is full of people, I'm sure no one hears me say that this song always reminds me of my mom.
We all know how boys are in regards to the weather. If we didn't hide their shorts, they'd be wearing them with snow boots. Unfortunately, we can't hide all the shorts because they still need some for their athletics. Technicality. Sadly, while sippin
It seems like only yesterday I was worried one of my children would blurt out something like "You're old!" to some random granny at the grocery store who sweetly glanced their way, or maybe show the deli lady the booger they just picked. Now, half their p
I don't own a scale. There's a reason for that. I watched my oldest get off one and say her weight. I tell her how scales make me uncomfortable because they are not an accurate measurement of anything. They don't weigh muscle against fat.
I was just asked by an outsider)if it was laundry day by the state of my living room. Um, yeah, let's go with that. I mean I'm not lying necessarily. I just negated to say that every other day is also laundry day and this is the best my house ever looks.