When things get really heated, feelings are hurt, emotions are running high, and nothing you do or say can get them to stop going at each other’s throats, there’s one thing I do that stops it in it’s tracks.
This week what I did right was this: I swallowed my pride and let my teenage son dunk me in the pool (well, try to). Even though I didn’t want him to mess up my hair or makeup.
I baked the cake according to package directions, stuck a knife in just to be sure it was done, let it cool while I did dishes for a couple of hours (broken dishwasher) and began to frost the cake.
That’s when all hell broke loose.
Since I became a mom 17 years ago, I find myself saying the same things over and over and over again. Like, a lot. All the freaking time. There are things that I always say as a mom that I just keep on repeating and probably will until the day I die because only moms […]
What if you had no birth experience at all?
Before I had kids I spent a lot of effort making Sundays special. All that changed when I had kids.
Every week when I sit down to write one thing that I did right that week, I draw a blank. Then I start thinking of all the things I did NOT do right.
Having five kids is hard. I’m barely making it right now.
Having one kid is hard. I was barely making it then too.
Last week I was going completely crazy trying to get my kids to complete their responsibilities every day. You know the drill. It’s like pulling teeth to get them to do ANYTHING.
A post from a few months ago.