An Ode to … Me
It was one of those checkout lines that was not made for women with four children seven years old and under. Twenty, maybe thirty minutes…
It was one of those checkout lines that was not made for women with four children seven years old and under. Twenty, maybe thirty minutes…
My three-year-old has started something new that creates a different level of excitement in his life. Anytime he asks for something and I respond with…
Sweet memories tumble through my head and slowly spill out of my eyes as salty tears. It was supposed to be just another one of…
Yesterday I pulled into the driveway and eldest burst into tears. Why? The realtor had put a sign in our yard. It was official. We…
By Princess Julia DesCarpentrie “Princess jammies!” wailed my over-tired 2-year-old daughter. The strawberry, monkey, and ballerina pajamas were unacceptable. Only the nightgown with Disney princesses…
… are you helping your husband follow his dreams? I came upon a realization yesterday as I hugged my husband. I’m a bit rounder than…
Author’s note: Some of you know that I struggle painfully with overcommitting, overworking, and a number of other (uh, prideful, fearful, faithless…) related issues that…
I think all I ever do is laundry. There are always baskets and baskets in one stage or another throughout my house. There is the…
I admit it — there are days when I just do not feel like being all “you are wonderful” to my husband. It could be because…
It was Monday morning. My to-do list was massively long, the house was a mess, the laundry pile was enormous, and to top it all…