My sister started teaching full time this year which has really but a damper on our talk time. I used to be able to call her on my way to work. Now we can only talk after work and the kids definitely get in the way of that. So this week I was reduced to a Sunday call and she answered from her car speaker phone. What followed was not what I had desired (a family recap with her…
Yep, it’s just me – naturally a messy person. Not dirty, just messy. You know – too many projects, papers and put off organization. So before you watch this video they did for work about clutter let’s get one thing straight – I am not the expert! I did have solutions for these 3 clutter problems. But I put them into practice only because I was forced out of desperation. I adopted 2 older children (and their stuff) and went…
Two weeks from today. That’s all I have left. For 30 days now I have been in an up hill battle to get in shape for the opportunity to take my son skiing. The battle really began on February 3 when I had heart surgery – an ablation – to fix an electrical impulse in my heart that sends it to 220 whenever it feels like it. It was my second ablation and one of a dozen heart surgeries (I…
Last week I saw a musical that is headed to Broadway in March. It is called Wonderland. The most comedic number in the play is called One Knight. Alice in Wonderland is a working mom. Her almost ex-husband, Jack, becomes her white knight and rescues her as a damsel in distress. Of course, Jack is more like a smooth operator with over-exaggerated boy band, *NSYNC moves. I don’t think it’s just me or Alice or Anita Renfroe (in the video below)…
This may just be me and my crazy house but think about this – if a woman has children any time between the ages of 30 and 45 then she could have teenagers living at home when she is between the ages of 43 and 63. In other words, while your teenagers hormones are surging yours are waning. That makes for a very unstable household – a veritable clash of the hormones! If only the body used what hormones it…
The heart of parenting can be filled with pain. It can hurt deeper than anything I have ever experienced. When you have a little one (at any age) that is hurting or hearting as I call it, meaning their heart is hurting, it feels twice as painful to me as any personal hurt I have ever suffered. I guess this is what it means to love deeply. Your heart hurts more. I am convinced that there are invisible bonds that…