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I believe each moment is a gift. And each child a true blessing. When the hubby and I got married, he came with two little humans. Two little humans whom I instantly loved like they were my own. Sixteen years as a family later and I couldn’t love them more. They are my kiddos and I would do anything for them. Our oldest kiddo just blessed us with another grand baby. Oh, he’s perfect! The cutest chubby little cheeks and a head full of reddish blonde hair. Helping her bring hi

Who I am inside?? Oh sweet girl, it already does. As the mom of a middle school girl, I’ve come to learn a few things. First, the world is both exciting and terrifying to a middle school girl. There are so many new people, trends, and things to dive into when you’re a middle school girl. Suddenly, you aren’t one of the little kids anymore. The little kids are looking up to you. It’s thrilling! And, yet, the trends in clothes, hair, friends, and such change so quickly, you ar

And repercussions. Having teenaged kids is hard. Like I’d rather go to med school than deal with teenage issues hard. Lately, our resident teen has been particularly difficult. I honestly feel as though this kid should take up a career in acting because he’s had his dad and I snowed for months. You know how they say, “the mirror has two faces”? Well, his mirror has at least five and a personality to go with each one. And we just shattered all of his mirrors. After issues over

And he can’t help himself! I love my hubby to no end. We fought through seven rough years and have grown steadily the last seven. Fourteen years it’s been and my love for him grows. With that said, he needs to go back to work!! He has been home since the last Friday of July. First sinuses. Then major back pain. And we will never forget his eight day stint in the hospital from Covid pneumonia. Every day he gets stronger but I still see his struggle. He gets winded if we walk t

And came up wanting…. With the hubby at home on the mend from his double pneumonia, my time is not my own. My carefully crafted back-to-school schedule, complete with cleaning schedules, writing goals, and business ideas has flown the coup. Now, in place of precisely scheduled work times, I find myself working around fixing meals, walk therapy, and field trips to beat back the stir crazy. My zoom meetings involve keeping one eye on the screen and one eye purposefully trained

And it wasn’t even my homework!!! This afternoon the six worst words in middle school parenthood were uttered…. “I need help with my homework.” Not just any homework, but math homework. In my mind I’m sobbing, wishing it were english or even science. Alas, it was math. Luckily, my quick thinking mom brain looked and hatched a brilliant plan. Dad can do it!! Now, let’s be real, I’m no slouch. I can do middle school math. However, my middle schooler and I cannot do math togethe

Because I’m mom that’s why! Well, after 18 months of hearing about it, my household was finally hit with the dreaded Rona! Dun dun dunnnnnnnnnnnnn! Nothing says end of summer break like a household of people all exposed to the virus that has been dictating moves for the last year and a half. I’ve looked at the last two weeks as a personal experiment. Everyone presented and dealt differently. The middle schooler had a low grade fever for about five seconds. But she popped a Ty

All the time! I like to look at each day as a fresh start. I’m awake roughly 18 hours each day so that’s ample opportunity to see the good in a day. Except last week. Last week, it seemed like each day got progressively worse. Piling on the crud with each passing minute. Monday I ended up so angry I couldn’t speak. Tuesday I was angry enough to use words but held quite a few back. It was a rough start. By Wednesday I had regained my sense of optimism, but I held it very close

All the time! I like to look at each day as a fresh start. I’m awake roughly 18 hours each day so that’s ample opportunity to see the good in a day. Except last week. Last week, it seemed like each day got progressively worse. Piling on the crud with each passing minute. Monday I ended up so angry I couldn’t speak. Tuesday I was angry enough to use words but held quite a few back. It was a rough start. By Wednesday I had regained my sense of optimism, but I held it very close