babble
Don't look a gift horse in the mouth. I know the old idiom. And really, I get it. And I don't. Hi there, here's me being incredibly thankful for all the gifts handed to me in this life. But a clothes horse? That'
k
While one cat curls up sound asleep at the foot of my daughter's bed enjoying the warmth of the heater and the quiet sound of her breath the other is running the length of the house and back in the blink of an eye. He weighs all of
mommified
As parent who works full time from home my workday shouldn't be greatly disrupted by my tween being home sick from school, none the less I catch myself saying some of the darndest things while trying to focus on work while she's around... * Please put David
babble
Today was a should have day. A would have day. When I drifted off to sleep last night there were two sets of plans in my head. My mind turned them each over and over reviewing and revising what needed to occur for both Plan A and Plan B until
kaos
Today, as I sat in the waiting room waiting for my girl's class to finish, there was a problem. A disturbance. In the force, if you will. As if millions of voices suddenly cried out in terror and were suddenly silenced. They were totally in my head though.
babble
When I was younger I thought I'd be living the life of the Jetson family by now. I pictured living in my high (high high high) rise condo with flying cars and a robot maid to do my dishes, laundry and clean the floors. Yeah, even then I
mommified
It seems a little odd since I haven't even found the muse to write here regularly but I've decided to participate in NaNoWriMo again this year. Call me crazy (Really. It's okay. You can.) but I think at the moment it's a
babble
I bought a mop. I needed a mop. I went to the store for a mop and I bought one. And some hair dye, it was on the list too. A mop and hair dye because a girl has to have her priorities. I've been hiding in a
babble
Over the weekend we headed to the beach for one last fling before the school year begins. A chance to celebrate and say goodbye to summer. Just another day at the beach. Until. I found myself buried in the sand. First to my chest. Then over my arms. Over my
food
There are a few things that, without fail, pull me back to the sweet moments of my childhood summers. Fairies, action figures burnt and twisted, reading in the sun and lemonade pie. In the big cookbook binder my mom gave me about 14 years ago the pie of which I
babble
Riding on the bus this morning, minding my own business, reading from my phone, I heard a thud. A rolling sound. And I looked down to see a sippy cup was rolling toward me. Just as it was about to strike my boot I plucked it up, and smiling, reached
family
Twenty or so years ago my parents went on a trip to New Orleans. I think my dad was working. He traveled a lot back then so we all learned to make the best of it. Every once in a while the "best of it" meant a little