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
I’m writing today’s post from the comfort of a crowded, loud room in which the children are happily watching hours and hours of cartoons. My temperamental laptop is shoved among a pile of food I just spent two hours shopping for. I keep getting interrupted every 30 seconds to break up a fight or acknowledge … More Whose Vacation IS This?
Today I visited the manliest store in the neighborhood. They sell tools here, right?
After a morning of dragging, begging, threatening, feeding, packing, and shoeing (and shooing), I thank heaven for other moms. My slowest child FINALLY made it out the door to school carpool this morning; a plush toy under each arm, a backpack upon his back, and dress up boots on his feet. My friend who drives them … More Thank Heaven for Other Moms