Poor Hungry Henry. All he wants is to have a meal at his friend George's restaurant. Instead, this so-called friend takes advantage of his gullibility time and time again. How, you ask? Read more to find out.
Sorry, not sorry…life happened
Excuses😇
Have you seen this girl?
Priorities, lack of time and responsibilities made her feel like an unwelcome distraction. Guilt drove her away.
My first and last project of 2018
What my otherwise clever brain failed to realize while perusing and obsessing over the thousands of play kitchens I googled was that they don't come assembled.
Through rain an’ wind an’ weather
Back in June I won a smart watch, and this lucky event gave me the much needed jolt to kickstart my baby-weight loss journey. Certain things fizzled out pretty quickly, like keeping a food journal, and tracking my water intake and sleep patterns. But the bike riding continued, and so did the weight loss. In... Continue Reading →
Tsunami-esque terrible twos
I half expected him to spew vomit and do an Exorcist-headspin a couple of times. 'Oh, he's just possessed. That I can deal with...'
No rest for the weary or sick
Parent review by my son: "I've had the mom-bot ultra 4K for almost 4 years now and despite the cons mentioned above I wouldn't trade it in. I would have given it a 10 out of 10 if it let me sleep in more. And if it had a mute button."
Vacation😑 – Not really
For non-parents vacation equals relaxation, "me-time", and adventure. I can't speak for all parents, but my guess is that for the most of you, vacation does not include any of the above, especially if you have young kids.
Food feud
Every once in a while, my brother brings me a dish of whatever mouth-watering concoction he's produced. My husband, for reasons unbeknownst to me, sees this as a challenge, and he goes above and beyond to make the next meal he prepares (more often than not a variation of my brother's dish) extra scrumptious. How do I know, you ask? Because for the duration of the meal, and sometimes the day after (if there are any leftovers) he repeatedly asks whether I'm enjoying the meal and how it compares to my brother's. Not once, not twice, but sometimes as much as five times.
Battle of the baby bulges
Since I was nowhere near my pre-baby weight by the time I got started on #2, I knew I was fighting an uphill battle. If I couldn't exercise with one, how would I ever manage with two, tiny humans demanding all of my time and energy?!
Tie My Tubes Already 