To say I’m athletic is to say that the John Legend and Chrissy Teigen holiday special was magical. Both are a lie and it’s ok to accept it. This is the second dodgeball game I’ve attended. First with my oldest and now my youngest (9-years-old) had his this evening. It’s held in their gym and… Continue reading Hot Mess Plays Dodgeball
I really didn’t know what to call this post. Obviously you see the title that won- The Special Stank of a Boy. I also toyed with titles such as X Ways to be a Decent Human Being in a Hotel Room as well as, Nothing Is Working and I Want to Suck My Thumb, Again.… Continue reading The Special Stank of a Boy
When my children were babies and/or toddlers, many experienced mothers said, enjoy this time, you’ll miss it. I wanted to punch them in the throats as they walked away with their teenage boy while I was left chasing down a 4-year-old while simultaneously changing the diaper of an 18 month old. ‘Enjoy this time? Obviously… Continue reading Life With a Teenage Boy
Yesterday evening I agreed to stay with my 2 sons at an evening soccer camp from 6:30 to 8:30. Chris would drop them off and I would drive straight over from work. I had my laptop with me and was prepared to whip out a post and attend to some blog maintenance. It would be… Continue reading Just a Hot Mess Wednesday Night
Ok, obviously I don’t think my children are ass holes. I love them more than life itself. If anything, I use ass holes as a term of endearment. All I’m saying is I cherish my evenings, to do as I wish which let’s be real, is blogging. This whole not going to school thing is… Continue reading When Do These A$$ Holes Go Back to School?
Well folks I didn’t do an April Fools this year. Why? Because my sons are expecting it and if they are expecting it, it’s not believable enough. It also didn’t help that April Fools falls on one of the most religious holidays of the year. I wondered if doing an April Fools joke (especially 1… Continue reading No April Fools This Year
Occasionally, schools will recognize that this isn’t 1955 and that indeed, many sets of parents work outside of the home. To account for this, they have some functions at the ass-crack of dawn. Today, my 9-year-old’s school had such a function called muffins with moms. We left the house at 6:40 a.m. just so we… Continue reading Muffins With Mom
Today I ordered Subway online and 15 minutes later I hopped in the car to go grab it. As I drove up to the street that leads out of our development, figures began to appear up ahead. Some were only 4′ while a couple must have been my height. 2 pulled something behind them. ‘OH…MY….GOD!’… Continue reading Daughters of Satan
This is what my husband jokingly says to our 12, almost 13-year-old. “You think you’re ready for the title?” So then they wrestle until P taps out and moves on. Later, P wrestles the 9-year-old C, until C taps out and then both move on. Aside from envisioning the worst possible scenario such as someone’s… Continue reading You Think You’re Ready For the Title?
This post is exactly what the title says, a rage post. Its 9:20 in the morning and this is what I’m looking at, 40 minutes before my son’s soccer game starts. It all started when my husband and I disagreed this morning about if it’s okay to leave a nine-year-old home alone. He thinks it’s… Continue reading Rage Post- You Don’t Watch My Soccer Practices