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This week wraps up Colby’s first soccer debut.
It has been… interesting.
I love soccer. I know Colby enjoys kicking the ball around and being with his friends, so I figured it’d be fun to sign him up. How often do kids get to be on a team where they know everyone from the get-go?
Pretty lucky, if you ask me.
The first two games occurred while I was in New York for the BlogHer Conference, but I have been to every game since, twice a week for the past three weeks.
I didn’t anticipate how frustrating it would be. Read more on Not Ready….
I have changed significantly in the past two years and I can almost precisely pinpoint when it occurred: about twenty pages from the end of the book Eat, Pray, Love.
I used to love Oprah. I used to fall victim to her book club, her gotta-read-it-or-your-life-will-be-unfulfilled ways.
When Eat, Pray, Love came out, I rushed to read it. I needed inspiration and here was this woman, who had given up everything, it seemed, to go find herself. Surely, that would be inspiring.
{Okay, here’s where I know I have changed. It took every ounce of my energy to type “go find herself.” I digress, I’ll get to the reason behind that in a bit.}
A friend of mine asked me recently if I was excited to see Eat, Pray, Love in the theater.
“I have no desire to see that movie,” I responded.
She looked shocked, and I can understand why. After all, I had given her a copy of the book as a present because I thought she’d enjoy it. And she had. She also met me at the end of my “I love Oprah” phase, so she may still think I am that person. Read more on Go find yourself… puh-lease….
Motherhood and personal success aren’t mutually exclusive.
That, I fully believe.
That is not to say, however, that pursuing your passion while balancing being a mom and wife is going to be easy. As I am quickly discovering, it’s quite the opposite.
Writing is my passion. Creating something out of nothing, streaming words together in such a way that it makes people laugh, cry, and think- that is what makes me giddy. That is what drives me to keep writing. Read more on Wasted Time…
I pretty much lost it today.
Twice.
You see, my life revolves around poop. From the second I wake up in the morning, open the twins’ bedroom door and am nearly knocked unconscious by a mushroom cloud of stank, to the final nasty diaper of the day.
All day.
Every day.
Double diaper duty.
Sure, I love my babies. I do not, however, feel any fondness to their feces.
This morning, I left the babies in their cribs a little longer than normal. Read more on Seriously, enough with the crap….
I am not close-minded about religion. If you choose to believe different than I do, that’s totally 100% fine in my book. In fact, I think there are some amazing aspects of religions other than mine.
Read more on Stop. Preaching. At. My. Door!…
Be forewarned: This blog post ain’t gon’ be pretty.
I cannot remember the last time I have had so many consecutive days of absolute pissed-off-ness.
Many of you know that Washington was hit by uncharacteristically chilly and anti-summer-like conditions until, let’s see… oh, that’s right: Tuesday.
Read more on Pissy Mom Thoughts…
Today, despite a horrendously splitting headache, I ventured out of the house with all of my kids in tow. It was more out of necessity than anything.
I had to get two super important prescriptions filled:
