Messy Mondays
How I Know School Has Started Up in Here
How I most know that school has started: ten thousand papers all over my bed.
When Your Kids Write Love Notes on Furniture
I mean, I can't even get mad about it. THEY'RE LOVE NOTES. From my little boys. How is a Mama supposed to get mad at her boys when they leave her something like this? This is a custom shelf my husband built for Mother's Day to cover a terrible burn inflicted on the...
What You Most Want When it’s 10,000 Degrees: A Broken Air Conditioner
My Sabbath week got off to a fantastic start. You see that thermostat? It's not lying. On Friday, after I'd logged the last writing hour I would log for an entire week (I practice a week-long Sabbath every seventh week to prevent burnout), after I'd sat through a...
Hey, Son: You Need Some Face to Go with Your Ranch?
Kids and eating. It’s like having an animal at the table.
We Saved the Tie. It Died Anyway.
We saved the tie once. But it only had one life.
Who Drew on the Walls? They Have No Idea.
It wasn’t them. It was a neanderthal. Because that makes WAY more sense than twins drawing on walls.
What Happens Five Minutes After the Kids Get Home
This picture is called "This is What Happens Five Minutes After the Kids Get Home from the Grandparents." I don't even know how this happened. I just remember going out to the car to get the baby and their suitcases, and I walked back in to a paper explosion all over...