clean eating.
I’ll be honest, I was thrilled to get to Monday. I realize most people find Mondays less than exciting, but here, Monday usually equals peace. I always welcome peace with open arms and a bag of sour patch kids to…
re-entry and recovery.
I am beyond grateful to have been chosen for a scholarship to attend this years, Kevin’s Song: Conference on Suicide. Having been directly touched by the suicide of someone close to me, I’m fairly passionate about mental health and suicide…
the engagement.
Thankfully, I have a pretty great relationship with the Princess. I wish it was this way with all my kids, it’s not, but the older they get, I think it gets better. Princess shares a lot with me and I’m…
the covid.
First, I’m going to plant this right here: You know what changes in the house when mom gets “the Covid?” Nothing. Nothing changes in the house. There, I’ve said it. All the women in the crowd have just nodded their heads…
the night shift locusts.
Monday was the first day back at work for Hubby. He had been home since December 19th. Monday was also the first day I didn’t have to try to control myself while he opened the fridge and stood there, then…
happy new year.
Here at my house we are starting off the new year with only 5 spoons. Again. That kid, Not Me, has also managed to lose a tv remote. Again. The missing remote is of course an emergency and a terrible…
deja vu.
I don’t know how many people remember the young man that was with us briefly over the summer. The same young man that took off out a window. I have thought about him often since then. Earlier this month a…
the liquor cabinet in the floor.
I asked for clean rooms. Someone tip toed out of the house in an effort to avoid being held accountable to the room cleaning deal. Took me a bit to realize she was gone. Much like parents to toddlers, it’s…
my limits.
I try not to make decisions when I’m angry. It’s a work in progress. Sometimes I’m good at it, sometimes not so much. Hubby is mostly aware that he’s not great at it either, so he tells me to wait…
peace on earth.
It’s Christmas Eve. I may have forgotten if it had not been for the cops on my porch this morning who so kindly reminded me that, “everyone wants to be with their family today.” Ahhh, yes, that’s what I hear. …
