Like Alexander in, “The Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day,” there are times when I think I’d be better off living in Australia. For example, take last Wednesday. (Please!) In order to get a jumpstart on my to-do list, I set the alarm for 6:40.  At 5:40, the child who is typically impossible to drag out of bed before… View Post

Last evening our family spent a few, quality hours together, sitting in the dark.  I’m not sure what caused our power outage, but it appeared to be a multi-county problem.   We were just finishing up our son’s fourth birthday party when the lights flickered, and then it was dark. I don’t worry too much during outages because the local REMC… View Post

My teen son was recently given the assignment to write a letter to Santa. While relieved that it was an easy and fairly enjoyable task, he did find it a bit silly. My grandmother, God rest her soul, believed in Santa until she was thirteen years old.  Times were simpler then and imaginations had not yet been replaced with televisions. … View Post

This morning, as we were rushing about getting ready for the preschool Christmas program, I asked hubby to help the kids brush their teeth. “I can’t find their toothbrushes,” he said glumly as he stared at the bathroom sink. I reached over, pointed to the toothbrush holder, and then resumed ironing our clothes. “Where’s the kid toothpaste?” “In that basket,”… View Post

My five-year-old daughter is going through that stage of trying to discern the truth about Santa.  Listening to her speculate has become a source of entertainment around our household.  Her logic and reasoning reminds me of, well, myself actually.  It’s sort of all over the place, and depending on what thought pops into her head at any given moment, it… View Post

A couple of weeks ago, my three-year-old son put ice in his milk.  I called him a weirdo because, frankly, iced milk is weird.  He wrinkled up his nose and jovially rebutted with, “Hey! I not a weirdo!” I didn’t argue with him because I don’t want him to grow up with a complex, but the truth is, we’re all… View Post