Living in the Land of Just in Time
Lately I find myself living in the Land of Just in Time. That’s the place where there are so many things on my schedule, so much going on, and so many thoughts and plans and reminders running through my head…
What I’m Telling My Kids Today: Be Nosy.
I’ve always been a fairly private person. Yes, I realize that sounds ridiculous coming from a woman who blogs publicly about her life and her family. However, for most of my life my motto has been, “mind your own business…
8 Kids for 6 Days: A Dad’s Perspective (Day 6)
Captain’s log, Day 6, February 5th, year of our Lord 2018 Alas, on the way to the coffee machine this morning I used my bare foot to discover a dog had pooped in the kitchen. There must be something in…
8 Kids for 6 Days: A Dad’s Perspective (Day 4)
Captain’s log, Day 4, February 3rd, year of our Lord 2018 Queen Matron arose early today for a meeting. I remained in my cot hoping for a few more blissful minutes of slumber. A bright light seared through my eye…
8 Kids for 6 Days: A Dad’s Perspective (Day 2)
Captain’s log, Day 2, February 1st, year of our Lord 2018 My morning coffee and prayer time in the dark living quarters was shattered by an unholy light from the upstairs gaming facility. X and Curly have decided to play…
8 Kids for 6 Days: A Dad’s Perspective
We recently had some good friends of ours take a much needed vacation without their children. As any parents know, going on vacation without kids can be an incredibly restful and rejuvinating feeling. It can also be as rare as…
One Lesson I Hope to Teach My Children
For those of you who aren’t aware, much of Texas has been “closed” for the last few days as we’ve had record low temperatures combined with a nice mix of icy rain and snow. Our residents and city infrastructure, well…
The Toddler Guide to Taking Over the World
Only drink milk. From a red cup. At night. Water must be given in the green cup, unless you’re at the park, and then only the blue cup will do. Throw yourself on the ground in tears if your demands…
Christmas Confession
I had a choice to make. I could keep going the way I was. Putting on a brave face and trudging through the holiday. I could grudgingly go shopping, hang garland and put up lights. Or, I could choose joy.
The Day My Husband Put Me in Time Out
The well of patience had run dry a few hours before, my head was aching like the toddler had hit it with his plastic bat (which he had), and I had just watched the eight-year-old use glitter on the dining…
