I will price shop for actual months before pulling the trigger on just about any purchase, big or small. My husband, on the other hand, is a different story. His story starts with “Once upon a time OH MY GOD ENOUGH WITH THE PRICE SHOPPING JUST BUY IT ALREADY!!!!”
Parenting is hard. Why do we do this? No, really. I mean, I know the Hallmark answer...but, really, why?
Being a stepmom is a choice, not the fulfillment of a childhood dream.
If you’d told me ten years ago that, in a decade, I’d be married with three beehives…well, I might have believed the beehives part, but that’s not really the point now, is it?
We aren't paying for college. We have never had "cover all costs for higher education" on our list of must-dos. We aren't interested in borrowing from our own future to fund our children's (adult) present.
Ah yes, that explained why the sauce packets were lined up like little soldiers waiting for battle on his leg.
All ready to vacation...and, wait, the kids are sick? Like, REALLY sick? FML.
The truth is, I can’t actually remember when I fell in love with Carolina. But the basketball gods have blessed me and I am here to answer the call.
It’s always about this time, during the Lenten season, that I start checking the calendar for an end date. Is it over yet? Am I done? You’d think I was an actual Catholic.
I’ve been to endless gymnastics meets as a competitor and a coach, but as a normal person? Why wasn't I expecting the circus like atmosphere? And what had I put my parents through?