Children are a blessing... Children are a gift... Children are a blessing... Children are a gift... Children are a pain in my...blessing... Children are a gift... ... This is my mantra until I calm down. Just dumped Thing 2 at daycare after he threw a defcon level 1 fit. Why? He wanted to wear his... Continue Reading →
She looked at her living room floor. It looked like war had been waged here (a battle of toys to end all battles)...
I was his enabler for almost a year. I am out of the milk dealing game. FOREVER! *If you enjoyed this post, check out more photo blogs here.*
Do you enjoy being drenched in the stench of poop all day long? Do you enjoy walks around the block in the wee hours of the morning?...
Who's that sleeping in my bed?! The literal lumps I referred to in this old post. *If you enjoyed this post, check out more photo blogs here.*
"Lisa Mae, I need you to run over to Miss Davis' house and ask her to borrow a bowl of sugar." "Did you mean a cup momma?" "If I wanted a cup of sugar, I'd be asking for a cup. No, a bowl, a bowl of sugar child, pay attention, I am in no mood.
She looked at the pile of cups, plates and half-used utensils that she had been ignoring for two days and felt herself die a little. "Am I the only adult with two functioning hands in this house?" she thought. "Doesn't this bother him?" Apparently, her husband could care less and she would, once again, be... Continue Reading →