The new school year has started here in Tennessee. Two of my kids are in middle school this time, while the other two are still kicking it at the elementary school. One thing I have learned in my thirteen years of being a mother is my role as Mom is constantly changing. Gone are the […]
Surviving My Son’s Wellness Visit
I think I am a pretty good mother. I try to do all of the things that good mothers do. My children are my focus. I strive to make sure that they are happy, healthy and well-adjusted. Most days I walk around confident(ish) in my mothering abilities. Then I have to take one of my […]
A Parent’s Guide to Valentine’s Day
Holidays are so much bigger than they used to be. Take Valentines Day, for instance. The holiday of love. When I was a kid, my mother bought 20 generic valentines and wrote my name on each one. End of story. Done and Done. My job was to take them to school and give one to […]
Just For You Jonathan, On Your Birthday
Dad proud of his third child. I have said before that I hope this blog is still around when my kids are grown. I also hope that they will actually read all of my posts one day. From the funny ones that made me LOL to the heartfelt entries that were typed, as tears streamed […]
My Choice To Unstructure My Kids Summer
We are in the throes of summer break now. We are settled into our much lazier routine, of which I am a huge fan. I hear moms who have it way more together than me, talking about giving their kids summer school lessons and chore lists. I wish I could say that I am like […]
The Pros and Cons Of Adulting Post Children
Being an adult is strange. You oftentimes feel like a kid, trapped in a larger, more mature body. Most days you are required to adult. And to be adulty by doing adult things. It’s referred to as ADULTING. Most of the time when an adult is required, I find myself looking to see if there’s […]
I Don’t Remember How To Relax
There are snow flurries whipping around, outside my window and a blazing fire in the fireplace. (Okay, so really they are gas logs. Because I am not married to a mountain man, who just so happens to love chopping wood. Or even buying chopped wood. But somehow, “I flipped the switch and the gas logs […]
