My house smells like a urinal

Jul 25, 2014 by

Hallelujah ladies my son is potty trained! After two and a half years he is actually out of diapers and I am no longer stuck wiping “Man” sized poops from his ass. We decided to go with the plan that was described here and for us it worked wonders. Do not get me wrong it was an intense day and we did have a few accidents here or there but overall my son is pooping and peeing in the potty.

The first few days after my son got it I was walking on cloud nine. I literally felt proud and could understand why people take pictures of their kids crap and posted it on Facebook  I didn’t do that as I remember almost throwing up in my mouth when people did but I could understand why.

Hooray for Sleep Away Camp!!

Jul 25, 2014 by

2014-07-20 13.20.32He’s baaaack! We dropped my son off at sleep away camp last Sunday.  This is his second year at this camp and despite a few butterflies on Saturday night, he was completely thrilled to be there.  As we drove up the mountain road that leads to the camp, he pointed out every landmark that he remembered from last year – the pizza joint that they stopped at on the way home from an outing, the gas station where we filled up before heading home last year, the carved wooden totem pole, the scenic outlook…he remembered it all.

When we arrived I was amazed at the ease in which he settled in, showing us around the campus with so much pride and authority and affably introducing himself to his counselor and bunk mates.  The first year, I felt some trepidation in leaving my “baby” behind – this year, none whatsoever. This was his place, he was 100% comfortable being there and he was ready to soak up every moment.  After a quick sandwich at the mess hall, he was ready for us to go – so we did.

sometimes we crack: when working moms max out

Jul 24, 2014 by



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All moms, especially working moms, have this habit of building and piling on our “to do” lists with great fervor and then trying to achieve the ever-expanding list with perfection every day. If we don’t complete every task, we feel unaccomplished or even (gulp) like failures. We seek to perform so much multi-tasking with such high expectations, sometimes we crack.

Yes, I said it….sometimes we crack.

Raise your hand: how many working moms do you know that seem on the edge of a nervous breakdown? Maybe that mom is you. There are countless articles about the depression and anxiety that seems chronic with trying to be a supermom. Like this one, this one, and this one. Yet, we still seem uncomfortable talking about it.

We need a break from the level we are trying to function at.

I am that Mom.

Jul 24, 2014 by

In my younger days, the first sign of Spring was marked by my mailbox overflowing with invitations to my friends’ bridal showers.  I spent the better part of my Summer weekends attending beautiful showers at banquet halls, trendy restaurants, and well-maintained homes.  I would arrive at my seat to find a cute little favor- usually a sweet treat like a box of handmade truffles, a bag of jordan almonds, a cake pop, or a decorated sugar cookie.  I tucked it away in my bag to save for a snack later that night.  Some times I would notice another girl grabbing an extra off the cake table to take home- “For my kids!” she would say, sweetly.  Secretly? I would be thinking, “Is she nuts?! This delicious little ball of chocolate dipped cake pop heaven?  I’ll be devouring that myself while watching CSI reruns on the couch when I get home!!  For the kids?! Oh hell no!”

Taming the Beast

Jul 24, 2014 by

I’m still laughing at my socks and shoes post.  I crack myself up sometimes.   But behind the laughter I was losing my mind.  I’m at my wit’s end with my daughter’s behavior.  Even worse, I am doubting my ability to handle it.  She is 6-years old and still throws the mother of all tantrums.  And I feel like I’m “doing it wrong.”  All of it.

Once she starts her freak out, she cannot calm herself down.  The rational side of me, the one that reads the books and listens to the “experts” (a.k.a. friends and family), says this is normal.  Even her kindergarten teacher worked with the whole class on ways to calm down; things like “belly breathing” and “noodles” which is about letting all the muscles in your body go limp when you feel like you’re going to explode.  So it happens to all kids at this age, right?  They blow up and freak out?  I repeat to myself over and over “normal…normal…normal.”

Top 5 Ways to Drive a Working Mom Crazy

Jul 24, 2014 by

Perhaps that title should read “crazier” because “crazy” is already the defining characteristic of my life.  Wait, I know…top 5 ways to send a working mom OVER THE EDGE.

1. Notes home

Got a note home from camp about my son not having a napkin in his lunch today. Seriously. A napkin. For my 8-year-old son who is completely capable of walking himself to the bathroom for a paper towel should the need arise.  I couldn’t even wrap my brain around that level of insanity.  My kid had food, shoes, and had showered within the past week. You should be sending me home a gold f-ing star not a note about a napkin.

I can’t even.

2. Sick kids

Thrifty Thursday: DIY Bleach Pen Shirts

Jul 24, 2014 by

I’ve been itching to do something crafty lately. Anyone who knows me, knows that’s really nothing out of the ordinary. I’m always on the lookout for exciting (as well as fairly simple and inexpensive) new crafty DIY (do-it-yourself) projects. However, it’s been a while since I actually made the time to put one of these ideas to the test… until just recently.

I had wanted to try out an idea I saw on Pinterest quite some time ago but, like so many other things on my “I’d love to try this!” list, it had been pushed by the wayside by the never-ending “I really need to” list. With my husband out-of-town for a couple of days, and the kids asleep in their beds, I decided to let my creative juices flow and break out the Clorox bleach pen. NOT for cleaning purposes though; for something way better – upcycling a plain old, boring t-shirt into something new and exciting.

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