Cleaning Up

I have some OCD tendencies.  I'll admit it.  I like things a certain way and it drives me mad when they aren't that way.  In fact I tend to hit a bit of a depression when I am overwhelmed by a messy and disorganized house, which was often the case when I would come home... Continue Reading →

My Boys

In some ways I think my boys are more demanding of my attention than my daughter.   My boys are very sweet little guys. At nine years old they are far more kind and caring than I could have hoped for. They don't wrestle with each other or hit. They adore their sister and idolize their... Continue Reading →

Poor Patient

I am such a baby when I'm sick!  And it seems that it only getting worse as I get older.  Or perhaps it's as my kids get older.  It's almost like the instincts that give me "mommy mode" know that the kids are old enough to entertain themselves for long enough while I nap, or... Continue Reading →

Big Shoes To Fill

I'm quite sure somewhere along the way someone has told you that being a parent isn't easy, and well I'm here to confirm it.  There is a lot of pressure to get it right.  To not screw up your children.  To make good people.  There is this implication that this is a natural or even... Continue Reading →

Dear Mom

DEAR MOM You held me in your arms You dried my tears      Comforted me You read to me and cooked with me You taught me things You took me places You watched me grow           And                  You let me go Now I hold my babies in my arms I dry their tears        ... Continue Reading →

Body Trap

I am like most women my age who have had kids - pudgy around the middle. We seem to have been caught in a trap of never being able to lose and keep off the weight we gained from carrying our children. I guess it's an understandable occurrence,  the thing is, our mothers didn't seem... Continue Reading →

Good or Poor Sport?

I'm an only child.  Growing up I had friends to play with and my mom always instilled in my the importance of sharing and playing fair.  We didn't have video games and hardly watched TV, so we played a lot of games. I can remember playing with my grandparents and how much I loved it.... Continue Reading →

Kicking Myself 

Ever have those moments where you're kicking yourself for the way you've been raising your kids? Like not "Oh my God I've raised a monster", moment but a "great now you're a picky eater" moment.   Or, like I just had, a "why did I let them play video games and watch tv" moment.  It... Continue Reading →

The Xmas Star of Pressure

I'm about as far from being a religious person as you can get so in our house Xmas is about family and friends and Santa Clause. Having such a huge day based mostly in materialistic gain can bare down a ton of pressure on parents, especially when one is a minimalist to begin with. And... Continue Reading →

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