How does it go? “The children are all snuggled down in their bed…” Yeah. Well, now they are. But before that was screaming, yelling, kicking, and, yes, moments of sweetness. But some days I get to the full point, to the breaking point where I find myself not wanting to be mom anymore, at least… Continue reading Sometimes, I don’t want to be Mom.
I took the kids to an extended family birthday party last night. It was a good night to let them all run, because all my kids had brought their crazy to Friday. So, us adults are standing around watching the kids run, when one family member asks me what I’ve been up to. **Now, let… Continue reading On the Blog and into Real Life
We’ve been dealing with a lot, then, to top it off, one of our two cats, the one who eagerly slips out the door every chance given, got hit in front of our home. So, we are nursing her on top of our other family strain. There is a wonderful lady that is helping me,… Continue reading Seeing myself through another’s eyes
Hit me harder than I expected them to. All my life my one desire was to create a family and here was my family, little, fragile, and needy. It wasn’t all I expected. My little angel came a month early and ended up with jaundice that took us back to the hospital, she didn’t latch… Continue reading The Harsh Realities of Parenting…
When I was a kid in church, I would find myself wondering about those Israelites who couldn’t listen to God (through Moses) and kept wandering off into the desert. Stupid people, I would think. What was wrong with them? Couldn’t they just listen to God and follow his commands. Sheesh. Fast forward to adulthood and one… Continue reading Forty years in the desert.
My mom did it again, that thing she does, buy me a book or mention an article that highlights some flaw in my life. Oh yay! Let’s celebrate, there’s a book for that. No, but really, there is. When I was younger and more self-righteous, I would get my feelers hurt, and I would reject… Continue reading That Thing You Do
…hint, it’s not what the experts say it is. My healthy weight is somewhere between 154 and 185. The “experts” say I should weigh around 135 but I’ve never been that weight (not since passing it around 16 or 17) and gotten there by being healthy. In my early twenties, after the heartbreaking demise of my… Continue reading What my healthy looks like