ABC For You And Me

I wanted to do something different today, something fun. What’s more fun than hearing my inner thoughts?

A to Z Survey

A – Age: 33.

B – Biggest Fear: Missing it. Failing my kids.

C – Clock: 12:09 AM.

D – Drink You Had Last: Water; technically salt water, but I didn’t swallow that. Continue reading “ABC For You And Me”

Momster Mash

I’ve finally figured out the scariest Halloween costume. We don’t practice Halloween in our house, but I’ve always kind of wondered (in a back-of-my-mind, never-really-thought-about, detached kind of way) what it would be. I’m sure no one has actually realized the genius (or crazy) this costume requires. It’s not a zombie. It’s not a goblin. It’s not a toddler given too much candy.

It’s a Mom at home away from public view. Continue reading “Momster Mash”

Good things exist, even without coffee.

Today was a good day. It was nothing like yesterday. Yesterday was a hard parenting day. There was screaming, spankings, fighting and no coffee. When my husband came home he found three emotionally spent girls, even though one of us had a three hour nap. I thought, “Three hour nap? Yes please!” That was before bedtime; before the constant need of something or other well into the night.

The good thing about being seconds away from emotional breakdown is the understanding from my husband that I needed to go out alone for an hour. That’s all I needed to reign in those feelings. Continue reading “Good things exist, even without coffee.”

It’s the magical things.

I realize, as I usually do, that it has been quite some time since I last posted here.  Since then I’ve moved to a different state, I’ve gained a job, left two jobs and in the end made a very marked career change.

For a while I was writing for an online syndication, but I just couldn’t bring myself to write articles on celebrity gossip.  Good job being a celebrity, but I don’t care what you wore to the airport or whose hand you were holding last night at that new club opening.  I do want you to keep bringing me entertainment, just don’t make me write about your personal life – I only want to read about it.  Joke.  Mostly. Continue reading “It’s the magical things.”