With a new season of events and holidays upon us I thought it would be fun to add this quick, easy, crowd-pleaser to your list of options. I call it a Trifle.
It was not until my experience as a parent of school-aged children that I realized some of the greatest values of their educational journey were not in the academics, but in the Social Time.
All of our lists go on and on…. we pick and choose our battles. For example, I have given up on the bandaid stuck to the carpet upstairs. But my microwave is always clean. This is the merry-go-round of motherhood, full of contradictory feelings and experiences.
Sleep and personal space may be limited, but my blessings are abundant. One of those blessings is a career I love, and let’s be honest, having that career gives me the opportunity to remain a well-balanced human that is raising 5 other well-balanced humans in this world (or so we hope). Order, detail, structure and
The necessary evil, the pain in my side. ‘Having it all’ has a price, from which we can’t hide. Ever-changing schedules both for work and for the little ones, Trying not to miss a meeting, Scouts or homeruns. The cost makes me cringe and eager for the end; Even with a nanny who I trust
I’m sure most of you would join my overwhelming relief that Spring has finally Sprung. I have been eagerly awaiting this lovely weather for a multitude of reasons, but not least of all so I can leave the sliding door open so the kids can run in and out at will. In the last two
Considering that I am always on-the-go with one or more bags, it took me a while to really nail-down the list of things I MUST HAVE on me at all times. My whirl of activity tends to revolve around my brood so I couldn’t help but smile when I realized my Must-Haves are all about
When I first started having children I was working full-time outside of the home. For the first few years I was struggling to find balance. I categorized my life as work and home…attorney and mother. They were separate, distinct – and I fought hard to prevent one from interfering with the other. Regret is a strong
Six more weeks of winter?! No thanks. Part of why I love being a New Englander is so that I can change my mind and mood along with the weather. I like the different experiences and memories each season brings, but with every year of motherhood I find myself more and more anxious for spring
It’s time to confess. Although I try to be self-aware and grow with experience, it is a hard task to own up to our flaws or areas that could use improvement. In thinking about my routines and choices, it’s clear to me they are all efforts to just keep up. Upon this reflection I discovered