My parents maintained that Santa Claus came each year when my siblings and I were young. We wrote letters to him and enjoyed opening surprise presents that magically appeared between the time we finally got to sleep Christmas Eve and the time my lazy parents finally crawled out of bed Christmas morning. The Christmas Spirit was, to me, … More Don’t Look a Gift Horse in the Price Tag
My husband has a pet peeve concerning me, and it is this: When we are having a conversation, I will turn away from him to address someone/thing else. I do it when I’m talking on the phone to him, when I’m talking on the phone with another person and tell him a side thought, when he’s … More Distracted Momming
None of my boys smiled in his school pictures; there is even the hint of a glare. The company that took them says every school picture tells a story. If that’s the case, then my kids’ photos say, “About 5-10 years of hard labor.”
According to commiserating folk, every child is difficult. If I’m going off their actual, real-life, sighing, eye-rolling, judgy-face reactions, however, my child is the only difficult one. Those reactions, and what their kids are doing. At a park full of happy faces, sand castle builds, a brother pushing a sister on a swing, and a group of giggling … More The Difficult Child
I’ve been told God knows exactly what we need and blesses us accordingly. I’m not entirely sure why I needed the children that I got.