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13 Photos That Sum Up What Kids Do to Summer
It's summertime! My favorite part of year, because I get to have everyone at home all the hours of all the days, fighting over who gets the one red LEGO pieces out of the 14 billions that exist in our house. I love my boys fiercely. But man are they hard on a house...
Hey Kids: Just Because It’s Summer Doesn’t Mean You Can Do Whatever You Want
It’s the fourteenth time he’s come to our room tonight, and we still have to get up at 5 in the morning to get anything done, so his daddy leads him out and says, “It’s time for you to go to bed, for the last time.” “But I don’t have school,” he says, as if we didn’t...
9 Memes That Sum Up Life With Boys
What I want to tell my boys every time they fight. Which is every other second, now that school's out. He was lucky. He only ended up with half his face burned off. I know. So disappointing. One of them ended up with a dented face, but at least now I can tell the...
It’s the End of the (School) Year As We Know It
I was done with school long before the year ended. The early-morning schedule gets old by week #2, because boys like to sleep until at least 8 (unless it's the weekend, and then they're up at 5:30), and school starts at 7:45 a.m., and that tardy bell rings strong and...
What Happens When Kids Are Detoxing From the Grandparents
It’s their first day back from the grandparents’ after a week of running wild outside in the country and swimming in a pool and watching movies for Quiet Time, and my boys have forgotten how to act. We are incredibly blessed that my mom and stepdad took the older...
Why Do I Have to Be a Stay-at-Home Mom?
“Oh. You must be a stay-at-home mom.” There we sat, in a doctor’s office for an annual exam, the nurse tapping in all my background information. We’d just established the six kids piece when she said it. “No,” I said. “Actually, I work full time.” It came out almost...
An Open Letter to My Laundry: We’re Finished, But Not Really. Ever.
Dear Laundry, I know, I know. You think I haven’t noticed how you’ve been waiting seven whole days in that smelly basket, spilling over onto the floor so little boys trample you on their way to bedrooms, how you’re crumpled up in bathrooms and twisted across couches...