I get overwhelmed easily. And when I say easily, I mean if I have more than about three things going on at once, I’m likely to just shut down and do none of them. It’s why we have the policy of, “one activity at a time.” Not because the kids can’t handle multiple activities, but because The Mama can’t. Because I get all freaked out and shit. And let me tell you, a freaked out Leah does not benefit anyone.…
It’s true. I’ve crossed over into full fledged dorkdom. And I dragged my BFF She with me. Since the beginning of the summer, I’ve been telling my mom that my neck hurts. And that it feels like I’m not sleeping right on it. Then one day we were in CVS and saw this. And I showed it to my mom and said, THIS! I need this. This is how I feel like I’m sleeping. Wonder if that would work? And…
Whew! What a freaking week. I woke up this morning, feeling somewhat recovered from the fist week of school. Let’s hope I survive the second. If you missed it tucked into my post about organization, I too headed back to school this week. And when I say headed back, I mean opened up my computer and started a class. But it’s back to college! And it’s been a loooooong time! And I’m scared! But excited! So much to say about…
I’ve decided to take a cue from some awesome ladies Mary Ruth and She and have some regular features on my blog. In my quest for organization, I’ve found it wold be pretty helpful to have a few prompts every week. On Tuesdays, I will post my Pretty, Funny, Yummy and Wise, which are my favorite Pinterest pins of the week. And on Fridays, it’ll be What The Friday? Cause let’s face it, we have more than our share of…
Most of my life I have thrived on chaos. I can usually remember more when my brain is at it’s fullest. But it’s no secret. I am getting old (er). It’s a LOT harder to remember where I have to be when. And not surprisingly, since I have two other humans I am responsible for getting from Point A to Point B. Very reluctantly, I am trying to become organized. I finally gave in a bought a dry erase calendar.…
It’s kind of like bringing sexy back, except, you know, not. It’s more like, I WANT to bring Summer back. Let’s just say the first day of school was not smooth. No one wanted to get out of bed. No one wanted to eat. No one wanted to get dressed. No one wanted to fix their hair, put on their make up, brush their teeth. And when I say no one, I don’t mean me. Finally, things started moving a…
We are crazy busy right now. School is starting on Monday (hallelujah!), and OF COURSE we are going out of town this weekend. Of course. Because we couldn’t just sit at home and rest, now could we? We are headed to Louisiana later today or maybe tomorrow morning, depending on how She and her gang feel when they get to our house. We are gonna go party with She’s crazy family and sing some karoke and do some water sliding.…
One month. That’s how long it’s been since the girls have spoken to their father. One. Whole. Month. No phone calls. No texts. No nothing. I don’t understand. Two months. That’s how long it’s been since he’s seen one of them. He took Miss V to lunch back in June while Miss M was on her school trip. He hasn’t seen M since April. Hasn’t kept them overnight since February. I don’t understand. How can he let school start without…
One month and a half til school starts. My kids are gonna be in some serious shock. Here’s a typical day in our house. 7(ish) I wake up. 7:30 – 11:00 (ish) I drink coffee, write, go to the gym, the store, clean, etc. 11:00 – 12:00 I try to wake up both girls and let them know what I need them to do for the day. 12:30 – 6:00 I work. I can only imagine what’s going on in…
This morning, my friend She wrote this post, about Southern Hospitality. And then I had a twitter conversation with a friend about him apologizing to the person who sells him coffee because he was rude. And I gave him a ‘virtual’ pat on the back. Because you know what? People are rude. And most are unapologetic about it. And he should be congratulated for doing the right thing and apologizing. Being honest, the only reason I moved where I live…