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?
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.
My kids are gross. I don’t even care. Well, I mostly don’t even care. I’d be lying if I didn’t admit to the 5% of me that still gets bowed up at the pure “ick” of teenage hygiene.
As Rich had his arm halfway up the business end of a turkey this morning, he took a pause, shook his head and said “what am I doing?” Being the ever present person available to offer ways to do things better, I jumped in with a quick what’s wrong? while googling How to Turkey. … Continue reading When the Holidays look Different
One of the neat things about being married is how you can do a ton of work on something and then your spouse can come in at the last minute for the hero shot and destroy hours of blood, sweat, and tears. I’m not saying it’s intentional, I’m just saying that it happens. And, also, … Continue reading Oh, the Hu-Mail-Manity
So many ways to start this blog, the summary of which is: Sometimes this shite just writes itself. Going back to the ImPodsible entry...Remember that one? No? Quick recap then. Rich and I made a very grown up decision to remove laundry and dishwashing pods from our lives. We said things like it’s better for … Continue reading Have Kids, they said…
We’ve got a Facebook group in our town called “Buy Nothing.” It’s pretty cool as it serves as a Hey! I’m cleaning out my garage/closet/living room/etc swap bank in which one can post items that are no longer needed or wanted and then, in theory, someone will play one man’s trash and come pick it … Continue reading ImPodsible
A letter to my husband… No, not the sweet kind where I tell you how proud I am of you or how lucky I am to be your wife. Though, yes...all of that is true. It’s just that yesterday, I know I had a total meltdown over something that may be rated as a lopsided … Continue reading Dead (Wo)man Walking
I heard today, again, that this will be remembered as the Summer of Healing. Good grief. Why do we keep having to remembering things? Can we get through an event here or there without having to put a notch on the timeline to refer back to? Although - I guess since we just short of … Continue reading Summer of Healing