everything comes out in the wash.
As we have already established, I do an insane amount of laundry. I do that same amount of laundry on regular days, let alone bed stripping days. It’s a lot. I skipped some days this week as hubby is on…
to squat or not to squat.
There are a lot of people up in this house. Right now, the human occupant count is 11. (12 if you count that kid, Not Me.) I have everyday, matching, dining service for at least 20 people. It was once…
ho ho ho.
It is no big secret that I am not a big Christmas fan. It is the gift thing. I like the giving of gifts part, it is the being on the receiving end that I can’t handle. The pressure to…
how old am I?
I had an interesting conversation with Mr. Gatsby last night about chronological age versus biological, or emotional age. I try often to attempt to help others around me understand trauma and the changes it makes to the body. I feel…
but I didn’t use that towel.
I do more than my fair share of laundry. If I’m being honest, I very often do more than my fair share of just about everything. (Hello, adulting.) Anyway, the one thing I don’t often do, is put away and…
voted off the island.
Today’s earth shattering news – the spoons have started multiplying again and what was 4 spoons, has now become 6. Secondly, there is still a ridiculous amount of laundry here. Finally, and most shocking of all, I’m still on cohorts…
the lightbulb is missing.
I say several things at least 2-3 times a month that I find are applicable to many real life situations. First, stop looking for logic where there is none. This applies to most arguments with teenagers and/or hysterical people, along…
trippin’.
Monday. It’s my favorite day of the week. Started out great. House was quiet, baked a pie, prepped dinner, did some laundry. The biggest problem before noon was a broken Christmas tree bulb. Sweet! I’ll take it. As I’m curling…
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 pretty aware that he’s not great at it either, so he tells me to wait…
where there is smoke.
I struggled with writing this one. Likely because I don’t want to create a label for a kiddo. However, it is probably important for someone out there to know that this is something that happens. I know I really make…
