Playin’ hooky.

Yesterday I played hooky. It was purely medicinal, I assure you. I’m not sure if the cold weather induced isolation has led to cabin fever, or if the constant demands of five children have driven me around the bend, but Wednesday after the kids left for school,... Read more...'

Friday, where are you?

It is never a good sign when it’s only 11:00 in the morning and you’ve already been seventeen kinds of crazy.It all started with the alarm clock…the stupid, stupid alarm clock. I must have accidentally turned it off last night, unless even my... Read more...'

It’s all relative.

I just found my elder son, teary-eyed in the basement.”What’s wrong?” I asked, concerned.He looked up at me, bottom lip trembling, and said, “We’re poor.”Oh, for the love of pete. Hubby and I had just had a talk with the kids... Read more...'

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