Stress
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Leapin’ Lizards!
Maybe the title is wrong. They WERE leapin’. Once. Now? Not so much… So I have a confession to make. Yes, you’ll likely judge me. Or call PETA to report me, and I’ll end up with a bucket of fake lizard’s blood being hurled at my coat in public. It’s time you know what a monster I am. Maybe you live in an area where salamanders are common. Here in NY, they typically aren’t, but for some reason, my town has tons of them. On warm days, it’s not unusual to see them skittering around on the pavement. And my kids LOVE them. Sometimes they spend hours trying to devise…
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The Sum(mer) Of It All
Writing this post is, to me, the equivalent of taking a broom to sweep out the cobwebs congregating in the corners of the room. I know it’s been awhile. Since mid-summer, the blog has remained dormant, with nary a new post to be seen. (Image Courtesy of www.arizonaoddities.com) Where’s the Six Pack been? Well.. I wish I had a great reason to explain my absence. But the truth of it is really quite ordinary… Life happened. And I was too busy maintaining it for lots of people. We had a fairly uneventful summer. We did the ordinary things: visits to the local pool. Day trips to visit my sister and…
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The Iron Maiden
This is one of those stories that as a parent, you can laugh about LATER… after the fact. WAY after the fact. At the time, it was one of those heart-pumping crisis moments that you hope, as a parent, are few and far in between. Personally, I blame the Flintstones. Yes, my kids eat a fairly well-balanced diet -well, some of them, anyway. #5 would prefer to eat butter rather than anything resembling a vegetable- but even though my kids eat well, I liked to give them a vitamin a day. And I fondly remembered growing up with Flintstone vitamins. The commercials, that is. We didn’t have vitamins at all growing…
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The Things We (I) Said Today
I appreciate my husband- he works hard and rocks!- but sometimes the fact that he works most nights as well as days can make home life exhausting (aka tedious, draining, etc.). Usually, I’m totally thankful to be able to be home with our kids. Yesterday, thought, was one of those days- you know the kind all too well. I totally envied his escape into the “outside world”. Henceforth, my actual email to The Captain on Friday: (Here’s to every parent that had a bad day!) __________________________________________________________________________ Dear Husband, I have no doubt that you are dealing with your own share of s–t at work today- in a metaphorical sense, of…
