In the past 386 days, I have been able to get six consecutive hours of sleep on just two occasions. Every other night, I’m lucky to get three hours in a row before my blissful sleep is interrupted by a crying child (or two). This mommy thing is no joke. I hear about these women… Keep Reading
Just a Mommy
The other day my daughter and I were talking about what she might want to be when she grows up. Most of the time when we have this conversation she tells me that she wants to be a mommy when she grows up. She usually follows that up with saying that she wants to be… Keep Reading
Thanksgiving Tree
In August, we celebrate me and my husband’s birthdays. Then in September, it’s my daughter’s birthday. And last week, at the end of October, we celebrated my son’s first birthday. Needless to say, it’s been all birthdays, all the time for the last several months. Now that the birthdays are over, it seems that my… Keep Reading
Grateful for Molasses
Confession: I sometimes call my daughter Molasses. She doesn’t know what molasses is. She’s never seemed to care when I call her molasses. I don’t think she really is paying much attention to me when I call her molasses. But still, I call my sweet girl molasses and I kind of feel bad. You see,… Keep Reading
The Blessing of Dirty Dishes
There are some people who are really good at keeping their kitchens clean. They have mastered the art of cleaning up as you cook, cleaning up after dinner, and wiping everything to a shine before bed. I am not one of those people. At. All. I fail miserably in the clean kitchen department every single… Keep Reading