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And brought me flowers too! It’s been one year. 365 days. A full trip around the sun. 8,760 hours ago, I took Jer to the emergency room. Terrified, I checked him in and walked out without him. I didn’t know what would happen next. You know those instances where your life flashed before your eyes, yeah sitting in the parking lot I had one of those. We had just celebrated our 14th wedding anniversary that July and by the end of the month, the whole house had the bug that shall

Who lies!! Check out this months iMom article sharing our struggles with the high schooler! https://www.imom.com/loving-your-child-who-lies/ #teenager #parenting #children #hurt #highschool #momlife #lying #Kids #feelings #tears #anger #stress #love #life #trials #boymom #teenmom

The middle schooler and I fought this morning. Over her phone. Her phone. That stupid little piece of machinery that she can’t see she’s dependent upon. Her phone. A phone which, before being given to her, came with the stipulation that when we ask for it she turns it over. And yet, today we fought. After some trouble with bullying last school year, I put an app on her phone to track things like bullying, violence, inappropriate content, etc. The World Wide Web is just too bi

Inside of my head! I love social media. Sometimes. I love watching former students grow into awesome young adults. I love seeing their academic accomplishments. Watch them get their drivers permits and licenses. Seeing them compete in sports and excel. It makes my preschool teacher heart shout when I know I had a tiny part in the success of a child’s life. I firmly believe preschool is the foundation academic excellence is formed on. Fight me on it😎 And yet, as I watch forme

Please stand up! Parenting has been rough lately. The child I thought would be easy to guide is giving us a run for every dollar. I should have known when he was smooth sailing in elementary school there’d be trouble ahead. The high schooler has been busted for many things lately. We’ve had to turn our home into a tiny fortress. Not to keep the riff raff out, but to keep him from doing something crazy. Imagine waking up to find a window on the front of your house open to who

Away from reality. Hurt. Anger. Disappointment. Crushing heartache. In the last three days, I’ve felt all of these emotions and so many more. Parenting is indeed the the hardest thing a person will do. It hurts my momma heart that my teenager so callously disregards rules put in place for his safety. That he cares so little for our thoughts and feelings he’s willing to face whatever consequences to simply do what he chooses; regardless of whether it’s right or wrong. And poin

And her tears mark the page. Have you ever watched your child’s heart break and feel powerless to help? Watch the varying emotions of hurt, betrayal and anguish play across their face and hurt inside for them. It stirs every protective instinct within you, but you tread carefully because you know a lesson lies within the hard time. Our middle schooler has been home sick with a sinus infection this week. She miserable with headaches and a sore throat from runny draining nonsen

And still miss something. Today was a rough day. Standing in the bedroom, folding fresh out of the dryer linens, my cell phone rings. I generally ignore it because my car warranty doesn’t expire for another four year so I’m good. The phone number caught my attention. It was the middle school calling. My mind immediately went through the days schedule because we are in a busy season around here. With a school play and basketball season, timetables are everything. I ran through

Or anyone, by the cover. Scrolling through Facebook is a guilty pleasure. My daily lists of things to accomplish is usually hefty. It includes things that keep my house in order, word counts for writing projects, zoom meetings, kids schedules and meal plans. And so much more. Yesterday, my guilty pleasure made me so sad. Miss USA 2019, dead at 30, from apparent suicide. I googled it myself because the internet is infamous for hoax deaths and I couldn’t believe my eyes. There

The hardest word. I’m not a particularly loquacious person. I like to sit back and watch the action happen. I interject when I feel it’s needed but I love to people watch. But, when I have something to say, the words come. Family trouble with many in my family usually means the silent treatment. Stubborn bouts of long held silence are used to teach the other party a lesson. Nothing says I’m ticked at you quite like saying nothing at all. Ha!! The silent treatment used to hurt

What to do with myself! There comes a time in ones life when they must face certain realities. Living in the upper Midwest means snow is inevitable at some point. Construction season is a year long occurrence. Pizza is good no matter what style you choose. My personal favorite though, you can’t please everyone. As a recovering people pleaser, this typical reality is a hard learned one. At times when I thought I had made progress toward recovery, I learned I had simply shifted

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 internal panic attacks!! Pretty much sums up my day. Imagine heading out to run errands only to sit at a light and see no less than ten police cars speeding through the intersection. Your curiosity is peaked at two. A little unease creeps in at four. Realization dawns on the direction they are headed. As cars six and seven fly by, unease slides along to mild panic. The only thing in the direction they are rushing is the high school. Not just any high school, but the very

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 then cried in the parking lot. Sounds weird, doesn’t it? Who in their right mind cries because they bought milk? I mean they always say “don’t cry over spilled milk”, but crying over buying it may be okay…. My husband usually buys the milk. At least twice a week, I send him “stop and pick up milk” text before he leaves work. And, like the awesome hubby he is, he stops, picks up milk, and is the hero because the middle schooler might die without milk in the morning. On th