After too many days straight of painting, we dropped out brushes yesterday and headed out to the beach for some much-needed rest and relaxation.
Yes, these are my dirty sneakers. I am too paranoid to wash them, because I don’t want the midsole to break down any sooner than it will. Currently they are residing on the back porch until I feel comfortable running again.
The youngest is in the double digits and I am officially old. He is the one who was born screaming and continued to do so for one year and eighteen days, until my left eye twitched and most of my hair follicles gave up on trying to grow amongst the cortisol being released into my […]
(Middle is wearing red. He doesn’t look like he is about to sit down when he runs.) When I wasn’t looking spring sprung and brought with it our practice track meet (I coach and serve as Director of Communications for our club) and spring break. In other words, the time of year when the house […]
So I mentioned a few days ago that we have recently added another runner to our group. She is newly married and totally adorable. She also doesn’t have kids. Yet. So I was thinking, as we were all running along using curse words, talking about some of our worst moments as mothers, complaining about our […]
While I was folding laundry the other day, my living room was transformed into a Rainbow-Loom-how-to-video-studio.
We kicked off the weekend with a single moment of brilliance, as MFP and I finally figured out a parenting strategy to cope with the twisty arguments of Oldest. I had agreed to help with the middle school track practice, and MFP had some car repair things to take care, but for the moment we […]
Middle has been sick for the past few days, so I have been a veritable cleaning machine, washing sheets, wiping down counters, scrubbing sinks.
And just like that, all is well again on the home front. Just when you think you are ready to send them off to military school, they redeem themselves.
(This picture is the result of one of the things I appreciate about Oldest – his sense of humor) They say that what doesn’t kill you will make you stronger, so with that in mind I must be ready for the Olympic weight-lifting team. Sign me up.