Big Families
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The Captain Crunch Caper
GUEST BLOG POST: This is one of the many nonsensical “big family” shenanigans we’ve had… #2 recently remembered this tale of yore and shares it here, in her own words. Take it away, Alexandra! “It all started during the Spring of 22, on a crisp morning* (*ok I don’t actually remember what the weather was, but it sounds cool). I had gotten up early* (*ok it was more like 9am, which, not too bad for a teenager). The table was clean, except for one bowl. A single cereal bowl had been savagely discarded on the table. Once the offending bowl was spotted, I went to investigate the scene. The offending bowl was…
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Dorm Days Of Summer
Last weekend was college move-in day for two of my kiddos… on the exact same day (#bigfamilyprobs). It just so happened that both kids needed to move on the same day that The Captain was not available, so moving was a Mom & Me bonding moment for each of them. I’m not gonna lie– it was an exhausting day. It started early with a trip upstate to drop our daughter (#2), followed by an afternoon jaunt to our son’s (#2) school, which is fortunately closer to home. I looked back on it at the end of the night and realize how much I enjoyed my time with each of them…
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I’m Waiting For A Turn With “My” Weighted Blanket
When you hit your 40s, your expectations of a lot of things change. You start to take joy in the little things. They are the things that you never thought you care about, granted, but that’s what being middle-aged is like. And kids don’t get it. At all. Me, to kids: “Wow, the car has been driving so smoothly since I got the tires rotated! I’m so glad I got that done.” 13y.o *long pause*: “Being an adult sounds so sad sometimes.” — Stephanie Ortiz (@Six_Pack_Mom) February 22, 2019 Take birthdays, for example. When you’re young, you’ve got wants. If someone were to ask you for a gift list,…
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It’s All Fun & Games Until We’re All Sharing One Bathroom- Then It’s The Hunger Games
Last month, we were down to one bathroom, and it almost killed us. It all started with the digging. When we first moved into our house, the 2nd floor had a bathroom that hadn’t been renovated since, say, 1960. That was fine with us; we accepted it “as is” & made do. It was an old, crumbling bathroom, but it fulfilled the basics. And considering that it was located on Sorority Row (aka “the second floor of our house, where all the girls live”), it got LOTS of use. Granted, the tub leaked occasionally, and the toilet would overflow randomly. But it worked… until even the tiny floor tiles got…
