I wore mismatched socks to church last week. The rest of the fam was already in the car, and you know if the four-year-old is already buckled in his carseat then YOU are the holdup. So I grabbed my boots and two socks from our perpetually-snowballing clean sock basket and ran to the car. Turned out one … Continue reading Martina was right, do it anyway
Well, it's been a heck of a week and I'm done. I mean, it hasn't been terrible, but my threshold for being done with a week is admirably low. Even with home stuff, it's nice to have a break from your own version of minivan-uber, avoiding the laundry's judgy gaze, and crushing your children's dreams about their Jump … Continue reading A 7-yr-old’s hymn for the weekend
I told my husband he could name our son. (Of course, I retained veto power. I don't play that fast and loose.). But since I had basically, pregnancy-empowered, declared by decree the name of our second child, it was technically his turn when our third came along. "William," he said. "Will." "Okay," I said as I thought … Continue reading Strong-willed children and thatched roofs: A word for weary parents
If we treated each other like our mamas were watching, society would be on much better behavior, I'm sure.