What is that I hear?!?
Had a bit of a scare yesterday. Eating what I like to call lunch, code for, whatever is laying around that I can quickly toss in my mouth. Some days it’s Slim Fast, some days it Sour Patch Kids. Most…
Laundry Strike
Had two placements return home to their parent this week. I am always happy for their family when reunification is possible. At the same time, I’m two short at the dinner table, and the empty seats sting for a bit. …
The kitchen really is the most dangerous room in the house.
Why are girls so mean to each other? I have never understood why they have this need to attack each other at any given moment. One minute they are all buddy buddy, painting each others nails. The next minute, I…
I want my Mommy!
I’ve come to realize that any quiet and assuming moment I happen to have in my life should really just be looked at as a warning. Went to bed last night, pleased with the way the day ended. It was…
And then there was one.
This morning I got up to find a full dishwasher and full sink, because I’m one of the few that know how to use the dishwasher and… one lone salad fork on the counter. I told Hubby that I’m not…
The pleasure was all mine.
I’m pleased to report that dinner out was mostly a drama free event. Battles for attention, causing the occasional, “Hey so and so, dial it down a notch,” happened, but no legitimate meltdowns. We saved those for the day after. …
Update
So if you’ve been following along, I have several updates. First, only two salad forks remain. They seem to be holding their own in the drawer as they’ve managed to stick around all week. Good news for the forks, and…
The suspension flowchart.
What are the rules for suspension? Hubby and I have had this conversation a handful of times now. With an entire village living under one roof, it becomes very easy to see when consequences aren’t applied equally across the board.…
Who pee’d in his Cheerios?
In todays edition of crap I can’t make up. 4:30am. Hubby locks himself out of the closet. 6:30am. I drive to Port Huron High School. 9:30am. I drive to L’Anse Creuse High School. 10:00am. Client at work. I survive all…
Take a picture. It lasts longer.
Yes, I realize there are a lot of us, and yes, I also use my fingers to keep track. No, this is not a school field trip and seeing you with your eyeballs bugging out of your head makes you…
