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 »
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 »