What being snubbed by my “Gal Pals” taught me

Pretty recently, a group of women, whom I consider “my group,” went out for dinner and drinks without me. I awoke one morning to see dozens of photos posted on social media, captioned, “Girl’s Night!” They sat together in a restaurant, around a large, welcoming table, holding up drinks and baring gleeful smiles. I did…… Continue reading What being snubbed by my “Gal Pals” taught me

People I Want To Dropkick, Part III: I’ve Got A Chip On My Shoulder

At this point in my adult life, I have gathered that I am not everyone’s cup of tea. Using sarcasm is like a sport to me and I probably swear a little more than could be considered lady-like. Today I was described by a former acquaintance as “always having a chip on my shoulder.” It’s…… Continue reading People I Want To Dropkick, Part III: I’ve Got A Chip On My Shoulder

Slowing Down

So, my family and I tried something different this past week.  Different for us, at least. We have been living at our campground for 10 days now. Aside from crippling allergies every morning until the meds kick in – this place has been a very welcome change. Our lives always feel so rushed. Even with…… Continue reading Slowing Down

How To Tell If You’re A Shitty Mom

I LOVE MY KIDDOS.  All freaking three of them. No, wait – six.  I have two dogs and a hubs as well. Anyway – I friggin love them all. And I’m pretty sure they all love me too – which is kind of mind-blowing because… I’m a Shitty Mom. Sometimes there is no clean underwear.…… Continue reading How To Tell If You’re A Shitty Mom

Why I Cry All The Time

I cry all the time. I know that my dry, sarcastic personality makes that hard to believe – but it’s true. I am, in fact, one giant blubbering bitch. And what’s more – I ugly cry. I cry over everything. Sad – cry. Mad – cry. Happy, overwhelmed, frustrated, joyful, hopeful, laughing, proud – cry,…… Continue reading Why I Cry All The Time

Dear Children, Go Make Some Ramen

It’s 8:30 in the morning. I have now been “stuck” in the house for 54 days with my three children. My oldest came to me this morning with the daily declaration, “Mom, I’m hungry.” “So, make some Ramen.” Yep. I’ve become that parent. “And make some for your 2-year-old brother as well. ” Ramen for…… Continue reading Dear Children, Go Make Some Ramen