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• Little Stuff

  this is: about breakfast our morning routine and waking up: i hate waking up my bed is a cloud a dreamy cloud i don't visit enough i want to stay where i am on my cloud all alone i want silence i'd like all the chirping of sweet morning children to be in the background

• Bad Mothers, Good Mothers, Really?

  Today's post started as a comment to the article Just Sayin' - Is "bad" parenting in? I heard it in the car on the way to work and immediately called Jen, who should have been in the car, on the way to work, and she was, but she didn't answer the phone because she was in the dead zone (topic for an

• The first child

  The first child is always first. Always. And it makes me kind of crazy. Because the second child is now the middle child. And the third child has to just cope with everything that the first child needs. And there is always something he needs. Help tying his shoes. Another snack. More w

• Back to Me

  So I'm back to my lazy self. After last week's business of getting our secret weekend all set, and expending so much energy being sneaky, I'm tapped out. My new full-time work schedule zapped me, as did the return to our daily routine of dishes and laundry and naptimes and bedtimes without anything

• Five for Fighting

  There is so much fighting in this house that it makes me want to scream. No. It does make me scream. And then I'm only adding to the mess. Heightening it, actually. How are the children to learn self-discipline and composure when I'm flying off the handle? How are they to learn patience with sharing

• Out of the closet and into the heart

  I spent much of the day cleaning out and organizing closets. Going through bins. Throwing out dried up Play-Doh and tempera paint. Sweeping up mouse poop. Putting all of the unused batteries into one box. And uncovering TREASURES. TREASURES, people. Treasures. I found 12-year-old e-mails between me

• Half-Drunk Challenge Entries

  Join us. Drink. Be Merry. Write. Go here AND here for some info. Then LINK UP and join in the fun.

• I am tired of talking

  I am always talking. Words are always coming out of my mouth. I would say that about 5% of the time I am actually saying the things I want to be saying. The other 95% of the time I am either saying the things that need to be said or saying things that will fill the air. I say things at work to fi

• Trading one dream for another. But maybe only temporarily.

  With every milestone I find myself looking back, usually wondering HOW did we ever get HERE. B is FIVE already? Holy moly, as he would say. What happened? Wasn't he just born? Weren't we just nuzzled together on the couch, settled in for one of his marathon nursing sessions?Nope. It's been five year

• Thanking my lucky springtime stars

  My sweetie always says, "You don't have to look far to find someone who is worse off than yourself." Lately, this statement has been proven correct almost daily. It's spring. Finally. The season of birth. Renewal. My brain even feels it. I am more relaxed. The messy house no longer seems like it'