You may recall that whenever a book signing event is on the horizon, I tend to lose my crap a bit. Specifically, I start running around the house in heels, obsessively emptying the garbage and fighting with my husband over birdbaths. I repeatedly send selfies of myself in different dress choices to my friends and
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I’m listening to my children play “camping” above me in my daughter’s room. Basically, it sounds like a herd of noisy elephants who like to laugh a lot has been let loose. And a lot of opening and slamming doors is apparently required for this camping endeavor too. I’m exhausted. They have won today. A
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Almost thirteen years ago, we rolled into our marriage on a hope and a prayer and a lot of those wooden box crates that can be used for everything from endtables to economical planters (in a pinch). Today, we’re still praying and hoping a lot and yup, those wooden crates are still the epitome of
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One night last week when my husband was gone, I was jolted from a deep sleep at 1:45am by the dog barking. Except, my chocolate lab warrior wasn’t just barking, he was growling, with hackles raised and he was warning me. Only minorly terrified and completely panicked, I reached for my phone beside the bed.
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Blow me away; I survived my husband’s business trip last week. Survival defined as 1)keeping my children alive and mostly fed, while 2)significantly limiting the mental explicatives that flew when my husband called and announced that the whole of Germany’s airline pilots were going on strike, thus potentially delaying his return home by 3 days.
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This is a sponsored post written by me on behalf of Clorox. I’m a mixed bag about potty training. As in, I love the end result, but the process? I’d rather bang my head against the wall. Repeatedly. Three letters: ICK!!! You see, I’m all for doing anything I can to foster my daughter’s independent
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You may remember a bit ago when I hung out with the Mother of All Meltdowns, the groovy book that tells the truth of momhood like it really is. I loved this book. When I read it, I felt real, which is always a score in my book. So when the super ladies of this
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I’m a gal of science. I believe in modern medicine and the good power of an antibiotic when I’ve got myself a raging UTI, but as time has marched on and rolled well into my 30s and find myself uber-connected with info that this little thing called the internet offers, a well submerged side of
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I wish I had my daughter’s spirit and energy. In her two-year old wild perfection, she barrels and life and doesn’t stop. If you’ve met Elyse in person, you know exactly what I mean. My son has the most gorgeous heart I’ve witnessed on this earth, but he is a sensitive soul. More like his
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It was a nasty kind of evening. It had been the I’m-pretty-sure-I-have-a-sinus-infection-but-don’t-have-time-to-go-to-the-doctor sort of day followed by an “invigorating” dinner with my kiddos while my husband worked late. Let’s just say by the time Dr. J got home, I was very much wanting hole up ALONE and make nice with my INFJ personality. Doubtful that anything
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