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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…
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All The Small Things
By no means should I be sitting here writing this post. There is a plethora- (anyone over 30 thinks of the same thing when they hear this word…) -of things to be done. And while I should be doing them, I’ve hit the wall. I’m toast, peeps. I could give you the million and one reasons why June is insanely busy. I could blame it on the end of year ceremonies, the birthday parties, the errands for teacher’s gifts, birthday gifts, BBQ supplies, etc. etc. And all of that would be true. I could also blame it on the fact the air conditioners are not yet installed in our windows,…
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Bedtime: The 5 Stages of Grief
With six kids ages ten and under, bedtime blows. Seriously. Maybe because it’s summer. Probably also because The Captain works a lot of nights, too, so I’m flying solo on the bedtime routine. As much as I adore my babies- and I truly do- after an entire day of doing the single parent thing, I’m over them. This is what happens, daily. Like this. Only more so. 1. Denial: It’ll be fine. The baby’s sleeping now, so I have time to tuck the two little girls with a story first. But maybe I even have time to <insert fun, non-kid activity here. Like sitting down.> for myself since it’s still early. Maybe I’ll have them all…
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Life With Laundry…
Dear Family, Thanks for unanimously voting me, for the tenth consecutive year, head laundry mistress. My track record obviously speaks for itself in terms of my superior sock-matching abilities, and my attention to detail has prevented many a would-be catastrophe (minus that unfortunate blue crayon incident. Oh, and the infant diaper gel-bead crisis). My careful discernment has also reduced detergent overhead; that is, I have taken great pains to avoid re-washing clean clothing that “accidentally” was thrown back in rather than shelved. You’re welcome. I have clearly demonstrated my physical aptitude concerning my responsibilities: my superbly narrow forearms are well suited to the task of reversing every single inside-out item…
