Oh dear friends, this is a hard one to write, because not to brag, but I am really good at hiding away the parts of me that I don’t like.
Never mind what you might think of them, but I don’t even like the sight of them. And I am working on this, loving all the parts of me…. like all the parts, even the ones I don’t even acknowledge are there. Continue reading
So we are in the final stretch, dear sisters and misters.
This is it.
Five days until Brooke and I take off. Continue reading
Sometimes the craziness in my home just catches me off guard.
I find myself thinking, did I just get teleported to some kind of alternate universe?
Ever happen to you?
Take last Wednesday. The kids and I were sitting down for dinner. They were grabbing their napkins (aka paper towels because I don’t think I have ever bought a napkin in my life) and silverware and were headed to the table and our conversation went something like this. Continue reading
So this is about when I really need to go to sleep, but as I finished my last post, I still felt a nudging, like I didn’t share the whole story.
The whole story… Continue reading
Have you ever been stuck? Like completely stuck? Like the kind of stuck, that prayer doesn’t even touch.
God I am listening. I really am, but I’m only hearing crickets right now… like nothing…still nothing.
There’s a decision to be made and everyone else seems to have an answer or know what you should do, but for the life of you, you can’t decide? Continue reading
As I run around the house in my workout clothes this morning, I thought it necessary to clarify a few things.
When you see a girl in workout clothes, it doesn’t mean that she actually has worked out, even if she looks like she just completed a crazy hard cycling class.
Wrong. Dead wrong.
It’s quite possible she hasn’t been anywhere near a gym today and has no intentions of working out at any point throughout the day. Continue reading
“Mom,” my youngest called while sitting in the front seat of our new car.
I heard her plea, but I didn’t respond. I was too busy swinging my head from side to side, making sure that I didn’t hit the, ummm, already crushed brick on the left of my driveway or trample over the grass on the right.
But she didn’t let up, “Maaaaam!,” she whined with attitude, a skill her old sister helped her perfect months ago. Continue reading