When we were little the number of friends we had correlated directly to our happiness. Being popular meant it was imperative to have *everybody* like you. Birthday parties were jam-packed. People would vie to sit next to you at lunch or play with you at recess. You had sixteen ‘BFFs’ on a rotating schedule. [...]
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Today’s post is dedicated to Angie Reyer Kotarski, a mom worthy of every collective Mother’s Day wish in the world. Our family met Angie ten years ago when we lived in Durham, North Carolina for my husband’s medical fellowship. We moved into the same apartment complex -right next door to each other- for a one [...]
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Wow, it’s been so long since I’ve posted I almost forgot I had a blog. I think the chaos got the best of me. That happens every now and then. I sort of go into a little funk and disappear, resorting to things that can be boiled or nuked for sustenance. But then I wake [...]
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As much as I’d like to say the birthday party went off without a hitch, well, there were a few snafus. Let’s just say that having your eight-year-old in charge of the main activity for 15 little girls was about as frustrating as putting together an IKEA Bjorkin desk with sixteen drawers and extra parts. [...]
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To know me is to know that I’ll pretty much do anything for you. Need a kid picked up or dropped off when you’re in a bind? Just ask. Don’t have a place to go for the holidays? Door’s open and food’s a plenty. Having a mommy meltdown? Let’s go for a drink. But poach [...]
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For the most part, weekend chaos is pretty much the same as weekday chaos, only with a change in activities and outfits. The Monday through Friday drill of getting dressed, making beds, walking/feeding/training dog, helping with lunches, scrambling to make it in the car by 7:30, going to work, racing to carpool, eating a snack, [...]
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I love Sour Patch Kids. I'd eat Ranch dressing on my shoe. My kids think I like my computer more than I like them. I have road rage.
