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…
thanksgiving.
We’ve made it to Thanksgiving. I’m not cooking, I haven’t cooked for Thanksgiving in several years. Instead, I place an order at BJ’s Catering and let them handle the job! So later this afternoon hubby and I will be heating…
all that and a bag of chips.
My 42nd child, (who doesn’t live with me and typically costs me the least amount of money), lovingly nicknamed “Century21” for blog purposes, started the day on the hunt for a missing bag of chips. His first problem here is…
cell phones don’t float.
The double bed sleeping was a big fat fail. Most likely, because I’m a spoiled process with a very nice king size mattress at home. Hubby fell out of the bed once and spent the rest of the night involved…
Vacation?
First rule one should never forget… Holidays = trauma behaviors It is almost Thanksgiving. I live in a home filled with children that have, for whatever reason, been separated from their birth families. No matter the circumstances that got them…
The right fighter.
I love a little conflict with breakfast. It’s why Bestie gives me all the angry emotional jobs at the office. The ones that have potential to turn aggressive are the ones I get nominated for. The fact that she feeds…
AWOL comes in waves.
After days of looking, my wandering/awol friend has turned up in Detroit. He was located somewhere near the 9th precinct, which, as it’s been explained to me, is someplace I don’t want to be. How did they find him? I’m…
