Saturday kicked off the beginning of soccer season with what is known as a friendly game at 9 a.m. for my 8-year-old son, while my husband was taking my 12-year-old to his game. To be honest, there isn’t such a thing as a soccer season. Perhaps a soccer year? It’s like a unicorn or big… Continue reading This Isn’t A Locker Room!
This post is a a bunch of miscellaneous so I apologize for the ADD like qualities of it. Look….a shiny squirl…… The Lump So as I wrote here, I have a gigantic, 1.5″ in diameter lump on the right side of the back of my head. The doctor (not my doctor as she was off… Continue reading Another Lump, Soccer and Back To School
My back aches, I have about 3 new bruises, 2 scrapes and I’ve been stabbed by a wood nail in my pinky toe. I smell like the bottom of a trash can and this is only after almost completing my son’s bed: It’s going to be really cool because it does this: It pulls out… Continue reading Ikea Has Bent Me Over
It’s quiet here, about 11:30 pm in Ohio. I am reflecting on the day. Though it’s Monday, my house looks like a frat party just took place. I have a passed out boy on the sofa. I look over to the table and see one last bite of an Ikea cinnamon roll, stabbed in the… Continue reading Reflecting On The Day
As I type this my 8-year-old is working on snack #1. He’ll probably end up tapping out at around 4 snacks this evening. My oldest, the 12-year-old, isn’t even done with his dinners yet. Despite a steak dinner at 6:30, he’ll probably have dinner #2 then begin his parade of snacks, stopping around midnight. Like… Continue reading How Do My Children Eat So Much?
Now my son didn’t wake up Sunday and announce to family and friends, “I wish to be Tupac or Eminem.” No, he has simply requested, nah, demanded a set of luxuries that go beyond my husband’s and my means. Maybe these would be possible if my husband didn’t put hundreds of dollars a month into… Continue reading My Son Wants To Live Like A Rapper
My son wants to earn enough money for a desktop computer which is roughly $300-$400. Good luck, I barely make enough to feed you guys and pay utilities. I sent out social media notices that my son was looking for babysitting gigs. Sure, he would hit his brother’s head on any given day but for… Continue reading Hot Mess And Babysitting
My oldest wants to make money, nah…he wants to do nothing and make money. He’s really starting to piss me off too. Here is the conversation we had last week: “Mom I wanna make money to buy sweet shoes at Dick’s. What can I do?” “Lemme thing…umm….oh, the downstairs closet needs cleaned out!” “Ok, how… Continue reading Making Money
When I play cards, I always envision the World Whatever Poker Tournament in Vegas, on ESPN at 2 am. Players have sunglasses on and usually look like a cross between a gamer and a pedophile. How my husband watches this and finds it enjoyable is beyond me. I would rather watch someone mow grass…with a… Continue reading Hot Mess Plays Cards
The featured image is of the 8 gallon drum I need to drink just to get through the bedtime routine or lack there of. For readers that don’t have kids but considering them, read this post and think very carefully if you want to skip sleep and alone time for the next 18 years. And… Continue reading Bedtime- Like Neogiating With Terrorists