Funny kids.
Day Three of Clint’s Unemployment: The Day of Hope Despite a momentary sob-fest at Bible Study this morning, today was pretty tear-free for both Clint and me. Thankfully, today was quite the opposite of sad. Today, we found some hope. We qualify for WIC again and will start receiving checks for food next week We have medical figured out for our kids Our friends continue to contact us with fantastic leads and ideas for jobs It gets even better:... Read More
My ladies.
Day Two of Clint’s Unemployment: The day of le sigh. This was my fortune at dinner. I'm not sure I want *everything* to come my way. Sounds overwhelming. It didn’t occur to me until much of the day had passed, that I had been sighing a lot more often than I normally do. These were big sighs, too, and at random times. It was almost as if I had been trying to work things out in my head so thoroughly that I had forgotten to take adequate... Read More
Well, yesterday got worse.
‘Member my terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day yesterday? ‘Member how Zander pooped in the toy bucket and the whole day seemed hellish, but my friend Renee saved the day by being so awesome? Yeah, well, yesterday got worse. Read More Read More
Thank goodness for Renee.
Every November for the past few years, I have made it a point to post one thing I’m thankful for every (okay, almost every) day. First, it was Facebook posts, then last year I turned it into blog posts. It has been good for me, particularly in the month that begins the holiday season, to make it a point to find one thing I’m thankful for each day. Today, I really needed an opportunity to look for something to be thankful for. You see,... Read More
Why I love 9-11.
I haven’t watched TV all week. I have flipped the channel every single time any 9-11 coverage has come on. It isn’t to shield my kids from the terror. It isn’t because I’m not patriotic. It isn’t because I don’t want to remember. (Well, okay, maybe it’s a little that I don’t want to remember.) Read More Read More
This is Bleeping Hard!
Warning: This entry contains naughty words. And I talk a lot about poop. Shield your innocent eyes. I keep telling myself, “It’ll get better, it’ll get better, it WILL get better” and yet, it seems to be getting worse. My kids, and the twins especially, are SO FREAKING difficult right now. Yes, they are 2 weeks away from turning 2. Yes, I know about the “terrible twos.” But two kids terrible two-ing… no, two... Read More
Clicks for Babies: A Call for Knitters!
I don’t generally get into “awareness” things because really, who isn’t aware of breast cancer, autism, and such. However, this one was so unique and so tangible, that I thought it was too cool not to mention. If you are a knitter or know a knitter and if you love babies, read on! Click for Babies is an organization devoted to preventing infant abuse. We’ve all heard of Shaken Baby Syndrome. I know, before I had kids,... Read More
The day I decided to drive 27 hrs with my kids.
It was a text conversation between my mom and me that broke the camel’s back. I was having the worst week I had yet experienced as a parent. We had all caught some yucky bug. We had been trapped in the house. Even when we were on the mend, it seemed to be getting worse. Monday night, I was up every other hour between Lily wetting the bed, Wyatt screaming bloody murder, and Lily screaming. I suspected ear infections. So, the next day, Tuesday,... Read More
On Vacation!
Hi friends! I have quite the story to tell you… it involves a totally spontaneous road trip with my four kiddos. Lots of shenanigans, lots of fun. But, it’s going to wait for a bit. The kids and I needed a change of scenery and a vacation, so I’m going to be MIA for the next week or so to spend some good, quality time with my tikes and my mom. I hope you all have a wonderful Mother’s Day and a fantastic coming week. Talk to... Read More
Giveaway! (I won’t even make you work for it.)
Unless something knee-slappingly hilarious happens in the next 12 hours that I just can’t wait to tell you about, I’m going to substitute my normal {Fairly} Funny Friday post with a giveaway. Sound good? Schweet. Read More Read More
Things you should {& shouldn’t} do in a hotel room.
Last August, much to my chagrin, and despite my pouting and grown-up tantrum-ing, my mom moved to Arizona. Fortunately, she has been able to visit fairly regularly and is here for a few days this week. As a gift to Clint and me, she sent us to a hotel for the night and even gave us money for a nice dinner. It was a much needed break for both of us. She thought of it as her excuse to have some good quality time with her grandbabies, too. (Suckerrr!)... Read More
What happend after that post… {Wrandom Wednesday}
I owe you an update, I know I do. In fact, I have started and promptly abandoned this post three times over the past month. The problem is, that I don’t know how to express my gratitude for the responses I received from my post about depression. I read every single comment multiple times. I wanted to respond to each of them, but found myself overwhelmed, knowing I couldn’t respond to them all. Overwhelmed, but in a good way. Read More... Read More
Dark Mom Thoughts
My Disclaimer: I’m going to get real down and dirty with you guys in this post for two reasons: I need to write this down for my own mental processing and I think that it might help others to read it for various reasons. Before I begin, you should know this is going to be a dark post, likely void of my usual banter, and I’m going to go to a place that I only just last weekend admitted out loud that I’ve been. If you’re in... Read More
The Vicious Cycle
Sleep. It’s my most treasured getaway and my biggest enemy. Lately, sleep and I have been having issues. We’ve always had a tumultuous relationship, but lately it seems to be even more so. Case in point: I’m writing this, on my phone, in bed, while my husband snores lightly beside me. It’s 12:45am. My alarm is set to go off in 4 hours and 25 minutes. Read More Read More
Seattle Half Marathon & My Ugly Mind {Finale}
(Here are Part I and Part 2 of this story.) The Race: Words As a writer, it’s no wonder that words affect me so deeply. After all, my own words put me into that funk at the beginning of the race. But it was the words of others that helped to bring me out of it. Finally, at mile 9, I remembered those encouraging words. On one of our runs, Jenny said that she finds her stride and sticks with it. “…like the tortoise and the hair,”... Read More
