Every time we go out in public we are a freak show.
I kid you not, we are the family that you can hear from across the store, the one that you avoid, the family where the kids are hitting each other and screaming, and yes…the family that is trying to moon the other customers.
There’s a reason I try and get our shopping done before 10am. Read More »
As I prepared to go out of town for work this week I had an epiphany- things work a little bit differently for Mr. Spreadsheets than they do for me.
When Mr. Spreadsheets has to go out of town for work… he just goes.
There’s usually some minor discussion like, “I have a work trip next week.”
…and that’s it.
He packs his stuff and goes. Read More »
I hate Legos.
There I said it, I’m probably going to be kicked out of the mom club for admitting it.
Someone is going to take my minivan away, and I won’t be allowed at baseball practice anymore.
But it’s true, and it’s totally worth admitting “out loud”. Read More »
There are days when I’m certain this phase of life might actually kill me off.
After a day of breaking up fights, making meals that people request and don’t intend to eat, listening to whining about…everything, running kids from one activity to the next, attempting to keep up with laundry and dishes, and trying to maintain order with three young ruffians, my sanity hangs by a very feeble thread.
There are days when I can’t wait for this phase of life to be over.
I ask Mr. Spreadsheets, “Won’t it be great when our kids are bigger?”
I dream of the days when they are all potty trained, when everyone can feed themselves, and when they need me just a little bit less.
Every time I say this, I am reminded that there are phases of life that we’ve completed. Read More »
I ran across an “article” titled 15 Items You Should Never Pack in Your Child’s Lunch.
Don’t read the article, you’ll feel like a failure as a mother, and then start seriously considering punching someone.
Among the “no no” items were peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, granola bars, fruit snacks, juice boxes, yogurt, white bread, and deli meat sandwiches. Read More »
Back in the day, when I had one child, I was one of those moms that talked to their kids about their feelings on… everything.
I distinctly remember Harry Potter throwing a massive fit over the color of his socks and then getting down on his level and talking about how the socks made him feel.
I’m sorry, my three kid mom self can’t even fathom finding the time for that conversation, let alone maintaining my cool during it.Read More »
I recently watched my 2 year old daughter chat up one of my close friends at an early morning t-ball game.
She had been sitting next to me, but when she noticed my friend sitting a little way down the bench she ran over and started chatting.
We’d been in the same spot less than 12 hours earlier, and this friend and I had spent a good portion of that game chatting, this was just one of the many times my sweet daughter has watched us interact. To my daughter, talking and laughing with a friend is the only way to spend a baseball game, and really who can blame her?Read More »