“Hey Hon, so whaddya want for Mother’s Day anyway?” my husband inquired a couple days ago, much too late to actually plan anything decent. My mind flashed to Mother’s Days past. I winced at vivid images of kitchens destroyed by my children’s best intentions. My lips puckered at the distant taste of cold burnt breakfasts…
Self Improvement
I only have eyes for you, Dear. Whether you like it or not.
One busy weeknight while chewing the last bites of pork chops and boxed macaroni and cheese, I asked my husband, “Did I tell you about my conversation with the sixth grade math teacher today?” Gnawing a particularly tough piece of meat, my husband shook his head with a familiar glazed look in his eyes. After…
365 days and counting
“You think you got it bad now,” other moms cautioned when my kids were young, “just wait ÔÇÿtil they’re teenagers.” Like the weird sisters of Macbeth, they’d give each other knowing glances and chuckle, as they watched me nearly amputate a foot while trying get my screaming toddler’s stroller onto the escalator at the mall….
One of those days
Ever had one of those days when everything just falls into place? Yea, me neither. I always believed that I’d be able to manage our family life without compromising my standards. Apparently, I was wrong. A decade ago, my husband and I traveled to Boston to visit his old college roommate, who like my husband,…
What I believe about Hell and hand baskets