It’s summertime. And my kids still go to daycare. Judge me if you must. Trust me, I’ve been judged. But my kids thrive on routine, and I thrive on sanity. We’ve got a whole slough of recent renovations, and many days, I still go to school. (Spoiler Alert: Teachers do NOT necessarily spend the whole summer basking in the glorious sunlight with mimosas and grapes and quiet time.) But today we played hooky. There was a relative monsoon outside, and…
Several years ago, there was a huge movement about figuring out your “love language.” Apparently, there are five (words of affirmation, acts of service, receiving gifts, quality time, and physical touch). And apparently, you operate best when love is spoken to you in one of those languages. After much self-evaluation, I have come to a frightening conclusion… I need them all. Poor sweet husband. Realizing that this this is slightly ridiculous and somewhat high-maintenance, I sat down again to really,…
People of the world, let me just make an announcement. I have legitimate concerns that I was either adopted, switched at birth, or fell from the sky. I have no idea where I came from. If you know anything about me, you know that I am 189% girly girl. My momma is essentially my polar opposite. Every story of our family history relates back to sports. “That was the year we played [so and so] in the play offs, and…
It happens often. I’ll admit it. And sometimes it annoys people, but I can’t help it. Confession: I tweet song lyrics. A LOT. Music speaks to me. Sometimes the message is blatant. Other times, it is quite ambiguous. But music… OH. MY. HEART. There is this song I love, and its lyrics have continued to resonate in my soul every time I have heard them… “Just about the time the shadows start to call I undress my mind and dare…
I was nervous all week. Like, get over it… You aren’t even in the game, girl. “So what’s it looking like? How was practice? Is the weather going to affect us?” The anticipation grew each day. Watching the game, I came to the realization that I have no idea how my own kids will ever play sports while I keep my sanity. Every second left me nauseous. I watched successful plays and perfect tackles and coaches and players fight until…
“I’m sorry. It’s not you. He just doesn’t like people.” It is an unfortunate apology I have had to issue on numerous occasions for my littlest turkey. He has a smile that will light up the world, but if you are lucky enough to get it… cherish that moment. Because he has a scowl that will run the devil out of Salem, and if you are unlucky enough to get it… then you’ve likely heard my apology. This past weekend,…
It happened quickly. In the middle of the rushed repetitiveness of our morning routine. Climbing into the back of the suburban to get the boys out for school. Vaughn pointing out all the cars of those in attendance. Dominic slurping down his last sip of milk. The regular, “Come on, hurry up buddy, let’s go…” Taking a moment to let Vaughn jump out of the suburban as if he was flying like Superman. And with his feet hitting the ground-…
Independence. It is a tricky, tricky stage. We have arrived at the “independent” phase with our three year old. I can’t tell you how many times in a day I hear, “No, Momma! I’ma do it!” Eating, putting shoes on, brushing teeth, putting toys away. No matter the task, it seems our sweet boy is determined to give it a go all on his own… (Unless, of course, I NEED him to do it on his own. As fate would…
Twenty-Four. It’s been twenty-four years. The number of years I have lived has now surpassed the number of years my daddy lived. I can’t believe he’s been gone for twenty-four years. It seems strange that I have considered myself such a daddy’s girl for all these years, even though he has not been around. It seems strange that our family culture persisted to remain so strong even in light of its most important member being absent for most of our…
So here it is, ladies of the world, do me a favor… Do a quick mental search of your recent social media news feeds. When was the last time you saw some sort of post that took on the nature of a complaint about a husband? You probably don’t have to think back very far. Wives, this is my challenge. BE NICE. Seems sort of simple, right? Right… The funny thing about mentally searching my news feeds is that I…