When we moved into this house a little over 3.5 years ago I was not very happy to be here. I could not seem to figure out all the different, crazy light switches quickly enough and kept thinking that the one in our closet should be on the left side and not the right. The…
My ONE Word
A couple of weeks ago (you know, the beginning of the NEW year) many of my blogging friends chose a word to begin their year. A single word that they could reference for goals and thoughts and who knows what else. I was not personally going to do it because I am not very good…
My Dream of Three
I had always envisioned myself with three children. I had no idea how far apart they would be, what their genders would be or in what order they would go, but I wanted them in my heart, for a long time. There was a time when I thought the third child would never be for…
Without Children
I am going to be completely honest here. Because it’s my blog and I can do that. If I want. And because well, sometimes it’s good to write these things… So, here’s what is on my mind… Sometimes I wonder about people who do not have children. You know, adult, married people. Our society fully…
I wish she would have stayed
Tim came into the room with me and helped me get undressed. Of course, he is always willing to do that. Only this time it was for a different reason than usual. I was about to give birth to our baby. It was our second baby boy’s birthday and I was both excited, full of…
Oh Monday…
Yesterday we gathered as a family of five and smiled for the camera and laughed and kissed each other’s cheeks. Monday morning came with a vengeance and brought non-listening ears and tears and frustration and new worries for a week ahead. At school. At work. The sunlit counter scattered with the things of a busy…
Big Foot
I like to pop a squat in the corner spot on the right end of our L-shaped sofa because the arm is super cushy and it’s next to the end table where I can put my drink of choice. Sometimes the kids will come snuggle up to me while I am sitting there watching t.v….
The Family Bed
I hear the door down the long hallway as it clicks and creaks open. I know he is coming after he stops at the bathroom to tinkle. And he does, his feet literally pitter-pattering down the hall. Next he is right by the bed and my tired ears hear him, “Mommy, can I snuggle?” I…
A little perspective…
I recall a certain fight that my mother and I had once when I was a little girl. I was probably about seven or eight years old and I have no real recollection of what our disagreement was about. It may have been about bed times or a second scoop of ice cream or my…
Stormy
A storm is coming. And I find that interesting since one seems to brewing inside of me too. I am not myself. I got bad news about my ankle today. (surgery) I have a kid who refuses to listen lately and hurts my heart on the daily. But of course I love him and I…