Stirring the pot.
The power balance, female hormone edition, has been all out of whack since last weeks episode of Girly Prize Fighter. It seemed to be improving and then because someone crossed a boundary and put a tv remote on a bed,…
Let me just rearrange your face.
If you could use just one word to describe your day(s), what would it be? I have so many that come to mind, but none of them are really adequate unless you toss a four letter word in the front.…
I like my eggs dippy.
Mr. Gatsby and Hubby have been at Autorama all evening, for the last two days. Mr. Gatsby is showing his car, for the first time. (I’m so proud of him and how he’s handled the challenges life has tossed at…
Where did I leave my glasses?
When you want something from the closet and it is locked, you have to ask for help. Problem occurs when you aren’t really speaking to the person you have to ask to help, but you really want what happens to…
Ummm, what?
Each day this week, I have reached out to school, asking for the status on the escort system that Daytime Emmy Nominee is supposed to have in place, per her IEP. That escort is to ESCORT her from class to…
First world problems.
Sitting on a plane, headed for home. Princess was again asked if she was old enough to be sitting in the exit row. Security made it a point to inform her that 12 and under didn’t need to remove their…
Hello, Instacart.
Most of the things in my life, show up on my porch in Amazon boxes, delivered by my favorite dude in the brown uniform. Salad forks, are included in that list of things. For all of you that have asked,…
Natural Consequences
I’ve said this before, but I have learned so very much about parenting in the last handful of years. The biggest lesson, “Natural Consequences. Let them happen.” I used to put forth a lot of energy trying to save kids…
The sounds of silence.
The day started with Sassy Britches missing the bus. It sure looked like an intentional miss if you ask me. (Cameras all over my house.) She must really have a strong distaste for second hour. Chemistry isn’t really my fav…
As suspected.
Finally have permission to enroll the newest household member and the district is giving me a hard time. I’m shocked. Not. No. I don’t have an immunization record. No. I don’t have a birth certificate. Nope. Nope. Nope. I don’t…
