I've said this before, lots and lots of times, but having a boy has taught me so much about men. Turns out, it's not their fault. They really were born the way they are. And men really are just big little boys. Or little boys are really just miniature men. Either way...
This past weekend we had a little visitor in our lives. The Oldest found a teeny, tiny, almost featherless baby bird in our backyard. He must have fallen from his nest. She saved him from certain death at the paws of one of our dogs. Her dad didn't want her to bring it in, but I convinced him otherwise.
You know it's bad when you haven't had time to get a haircut in seven months and you have to skip lunch to find the time to do it. Why is it when the going gets tough, we moms often stop taking care of ourselves to make more time to take care of everyone else? I mean, when you have to skip eating to do one little thing for yourself, that's about as oxymoronic as you can get.
Last year I made the decision to use all natural cleaning products. Maybe from spending too much time on Pinterest or maybe from seeing the grocery bill when I need more supplies, I am not sure.
My middle child will graduate from kindergarten next week. And a little part of me is dreading it in a big way.
Like a lot of other people on Monday, I spent way too much time watching TV and checking social media for updates on the devastating tornado in Oklahoma. I checked on my family that lives there and reminded them I love them. I don't know if it's the fact that journalism never quite leaves your system, or if its a natural inclination, but I tend to overdose on news. Death and destruction of any kind is sad, but the news seems worse when those who perish are children.
Tornado season is among us, and this week we have been hit hard in the area. So close to home. It feels so much closer when we realize that it could very easily be our town, our neighborhood, and our schools that were hit.
Oh, that dreaded sound that comes in the night that can jolt a mother out of a dead sleep... Someone is about to puke. Noooo!!!
Ohhhhhhhh social media. Much like my creaky knees, it's one of the many things that reminds me of my age. Every time I log on, I am horrified by at least one thing posted by at least one twenty-something. My tolerance for certain behaviors just keep shrinking.
The subject of bullying has come up a lot in my life lately, both from friends and my kids. In varying ways, in different forms, we have all been bullied. I truly don't believe that anyone can claim to have never in their lives been picked on, teased or ridiculed. Bullying is a universal experience. If you ask most adults, I bet they would say that they want bullying to stop. Parents and teachers for the most part would unite in one voice to say that bullying should stop. Yet still it continues...
My husband is a man’s man. You know the type. He likes sports, cars, guns, you know, manly stuff.
Today, all is right with the world! I have been stressed to the max, waiting to find out where I would be interning after grad school, when I would be moving, where I would live, how my final exams would turn out…
