“Oh, you’re the worst kind. You’re high maintenance, but you think you’re low maintenance.” – Harry Burns, and/or my husband. Every day, I set out two sets of clothing for the following day: my yoga clothes, and my regular clothes. I need to set out my yoga clothes in order to dress quietly and sneak […]
Warning: Shinpads Will Not Prevent Injury From Getting Run Over By A Wayward Car On The Soccer Field
April 25, 2012 by
The past few days have been unseasonably warm, record-breaking warm, and yet yesterday at 5:30 pm – one hour before the first soccer practice of the season – the sky grew black and the rain started to pour. It was, as always, a festive start to the season. The practice was held in the rain, […]
Volunteer Fatigue and Mrs. Robinson
April 19, 2012 by
The boys went to Aggie Days with their school yesterday. They came home, alternately raving with excitement about it and complaining about the crowds. Those are my boys! They talked about the sheep shearing – sheep are, Jake informed me, very good listeners – and the corn mazes. The parent volunteer for their group was […]
Nicole’s Gone Kind Of Wild
April 2, 2012 by
I got home at 8:00 last night from a weekend at the in-laws’, home to a mountain of laundry, an empty refrigerator, and the need to detox and/or go on a cleanse. My poor body. That is all I am going to say about that. This morning I reluctantly went to the grocery store, extremely dissatisfied with […]
Just call me Flylady
March 27, 2012 by
I have a confession to make that may make me unpopular or perhaps even shunned from the community. I’m going to take a deep breath and be out with it. Here it is, my dirty little secret: my house is always clean, neat, and organized. Now please stay with me a moment – this is […]
Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn.
March 19, 2012 by
As we pulled out of the parking lot at the gymnastics centre, with my frayed nerves and cupcake-stained children, I silently vowed never to host another large children’s birthday party ever again. Truly, I think we are now past the age where I can allow my kids to invite fourteen children and still expect to emerge from […]
If the icy sidewalks don’t kill the elderly, I will.
March 12, 2012 by
I am in a mood. A MOOD, people. It’s a good thing I am not armed, or have violent tendencies. And lest we think that this is Daylight Savings Time related, it actually isn’t. Wait, did you just correct me to say that it’s Daylight SAVING Time, not SAVINGS? Well, prepare to be stabbed. I […]
