I love Harry Potter dearly, but I do not love his pre-tween attitudes.
Yes “pre-tween” is a thing.
Harry Potter is a sassy kid. He’s the king of eye rolls, loud sighs, and saying things like “Seriously?!”
I’m sure I deserve his sassiness. I wasn’t a meek and mild child myself. I have a sarcastic side, I have mastered the eye roll, and everyone knows my kids say “seriously” because it’s my favorite overused phrase.
But heaven help me with that attitude. It is going to take ever ounce of self control not to lose my temper with that kid. Read More »
Nothing makes me appreciate Mr. Spreadsheets more than when he goes out of town.
And nothing makes me swear he is never leaving again like him going out of town.
I have to preface by saying Mr. Spreadsheets isn’t one of those dads who is home at 4pm, playing with the kids, helping with dinner, and then cleaning up and putting kids to bed while I rest on my laurels.
Mr. Spreadsheets is great, but he works… a lot. Read More »
Family pictures stress me out.
I’m not sure why… clearly this is a first world problem.
Every time family pictures roll around I remind myself that they really do not matter. Read More »
I’m terrible at relaxing. I think it’s physically impossible for me to just sit and chill out.
No really, I have anxiety about relaxing. I’m just so anxious that I’m not relaxing correctly that I can’t do it.
Rather than sitting down and watching a show, I’d much rather obsessively scrub something… but sometimes…
Sometimes you need a break. Read More »
I think I need a win.
Sometimes I come to the end of a long couple of weeks (or day), and think to myself “I need a win… even if it’s just a small win”. Read More »
Once upon a time Mr. Spreadsheets and I were more romantic.
Well I wasn’t, I’m just not a romantic person.
But once upon a time Mr. Spreadsheets was a long walks on the beach and candlelight dinner sorta guy.
And then… he married me… and I crushed that out of him. Read More »
When you’re the mom, there’s no such thing as a vacation, no such thing as “not my problem”, no such thing as passing the buck.
If you’re the mom you know what I mean. Read More »