I deserve some freaking flowers.

I deserve some freaking flowers.

Daughters: A mom's best friend. A soul sister. The child who never leaves you even when they grow old... Yeah, ok, maybe. But they forgot to tell you about the part where they almost kill you before they turn twenty. One particularly monumental little daughter of mine started out in life weighing 6 pounds. The [...]

“Dirty dishes belong in the dishwasher, not the sink!!!” …..says every parent ever.

“Dirty dishes belong in the dishwasher, not the sink!!!” …..says every parent ever.

We have a lot of kids around here. Seven of them ranging in age from ten to nineteen. It gets really stressful having this many people in the house, but not for reasons you might assume. Funnily enough, it's not the kids who stress me out. It's my husband, God bless him. Poor G has [...]

Trust

Trust

You should have seen me these last few days, I've been the queen of efficiency. I've got so much accomplished it's preposterous. You should have seen me the day before yesterday, I was like a crazy ninja of greatness. Not only did I get through fantastic amounts of stuff at work, but I ran like [...]

The fire chicken has entered the building.

The fire chicken has entered the building.

It's sports season for the kids. We are in volleyball tournaments every weekend. I used to think I was kind and patient and understanding (for crying out loud I'm pursuing a degree in social work!). This weekend I realized that I can be none of those things. Instead I can be angry and impatient and [...]

I refuse to make sandwiches

I refuse to make sandwiches

My poor, sweet children. How I adore them. There. I said kind words about them (totally sincere and filled with meaning..) so that I can say the following: Over the course of the summer they have turned into lazy, selfish, argumentative little cretins of darkness. Not so much my step-kids, but my children that live [...]

Engine brakes are obnoxious

Engine brakes are obnoxious

School is back in, vacations are over, and G is back to the grindstone at work. The man is working a ridiculous number of hours. It makes me cranky because he's gone, but proud of him for working so hard. On Saturday I accompanied him to a city three hours away to pick up a [...]

Camping, but not like in a tent because who does that.

Camping, but not like in a tent because who does that.

We went camping, all nine of us. We drove for ten hours to get to the first location and nobody died. In my books that's a miracle. You see, I'm not at my best when we are camping. I'm crabby and overtired and my anxiety is always running high. There is of course a perfectly [...]