I can’t tell you how many times a day I say (ok yell) “Nice words PLEASE!” to my boys. At this point it would be more efficient to make a recording of myself that automatically plays every 10 seconds than to keep saying it.
Last night I went out to celebrate a new friend’s birthday. As I left I took a quick look in the mirror and I thought “Ugh, I’m never going to look as good as so and so!”
This was one of those times when my own negative thoughts stopped me in my tracks. I wanted to yell “Nice Words PLEASE!” to myself.
I hadn’t said anything out loud, but my thoughts were just… mean.Read More »
If we’ve met you know I am so far from perfect it’s laughable.
I yell at my kids, my house is a mess, my once promising career has fallen by the wayside, I don’t make gourmet meals, there are days I forget to read my scriptures, sometimes I miss emails from students, you can’t even walk in my laundry room, and sometimes I fail to greet Mr. Spreadsheets with a happy smile (like every single day).
Around the time the Princess was born I had an epiphany- I could kill the planet just a little bit and waste some money, but improve my life significantly.
About a month before the Princess was due I decided to buy a package of paper plates.
Loading and unloading the dishwasher is my least favorite job when 9 months pregnant. All the bending is just too much when you are carrying an 8 pound child, plus the time it took to do all the dishes after every meal it was maddening.
So I gave in and bought a package of 100 paper plates.
You know what, the world didn’t end.
I thought it was going to, but it just kept right on turning.
I always struggle when people “parent” my kids in front of me.
There is a very short list of people who are allowed to make parenting suggestions.
These people tend to have young children, they understand that parenting is hard, that sometimes kids make the decision to be little demons, or that acting like a tantrum isn’t happening might be the best way to end it.Read More »