After a few false starts and intentional ignorings of my alarm, I rose before the children needed to with the intent to get a head start on the day. The idea sounded great last night -you know, during that time I looked over the laundry, paper bills and tax forms, dishes, laundry, to-do list, messy … More A Head Start on the Day?
Some days my nails keep breaking, As I lose hair strand by strand; And the vitamins I’m taking Can’t be opened just by hand. Sometimes I sweep and mop the tile, Get dinner on the table, Then ruefully watch ev’ry child Drop as much as he is able. Somehow the same pants surface Ev’ry time … More A Day in the Life
When I pictured the life of a stay-at-home parent, I don’t think I pictured so many clothes. The Laundry-Sorting Room (AKA my bedroom) is covered in pants, shirts, underwear, socks, a skirt or two, dress shirts, a lone pair of tights, towels, sheets, blankets, and children. The boys’ bedrooms are equally carpeted in garments, though not … More The Children’s New Clothes
I’ve read that finding happiness in life can be a matter of lowering expectations. I haven’t got much lower I can go with that, so has anyone else got any ideas?
“I’m so excited to fold clothes and wash dishes!” -said no mother, ever. And yet, my husband wonders why I can’t drum up any excitement to get out of bed in the mornings.