The Basement Screaming Incident

A Text From A Ten-Year-Old

The Mommy Medal– Birthday Edition

I have mentioned before that I think I deserve a mommy medal for some of the things I have done. But the twins’ birthday party has really turned Mommy Medaling into an Olympic event. Having a boy/girl twins who want to be able to have a sleepover party makes a huge logistical problem. This means

This ought to help my house sell

I woke up to see a note from my son in the bathroom, informing me he had vomited during the night. (As if I couldn’t smell it immediately upon entering the hallway near his room.) Be glad I spared you the full sight of the sink next to the note, which left no doubt of

Rude Awakenings

Here’s a news flash: I’m tired. No, seriously. I am really, REALLY tired. Maybe there is something wrong with me, or maybe all mothers feel like this, but, most days, all I really want is a nap. That’s actually my entire goal for the day. A NAP. My kids are not on board with this.

I’m not picking this up

I found this little booby-trap in the bathroom:

Useful Advice?

I was planning to take a bath later in the evening so I put my hair up on top of my head in a big clip before reading a story to my son, aged 9. This hairstyle is called a “messy bun” when worn by models or celebrities, by the way. I’m not sure what

Where’s The Kid?

Little Boy often likes to sleep on the floor of his room, even though he has a perfectly good bed. So the other day when I saw a blanket-covered lump on his bedroom floor, I strode carefully around it when I went inside in the morning to open his blinds and wake him. Then I

We need to socialize more, apparently

I took the twins to a holiday craft fair on a recent weekend and I noticed that my nine-year-old son may need some help responding appropriately to people in social situations. A lady in one of the booths was making conversation while we looked at her wares. “What school do you go to?” she asked

While Mom Was Gone

While I was on that trip I mentioned to Colorado Springs, my husband took a week off work and stayed home with the kids. Here’s a text conversation we had near the end of that week: I think he might have learned to appreciate me a little bit.