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I Hate My Husband’s Job…But Not Really.

Mom With A Pen — Sun, 29 Jan 2012 05:10:29 +0000

For the most part, I love being a Stay at Home Mom. But, on occasion, being part of the “hey, today I can wear pajamas…again” club makes me want to scream. With my eldest being a “one hand on the hip…roll your eyes to the right…and sigh” chick-a-dee, and my youngest in the midst of a terrible bout of separation anxiety that makes my head want to explode, I think what I’m about to announce can be understood:

Mary…Mary…

Mom With A Pen — Wed, 04 Jan 2012 18:42:11 +0000

…quite contrary.

Every day seems like the same old day around here. I’m not complaining, but my ADD isn’t amused. It works to get the creative juices flowing though. So, today we started experimenting with growing fruits and veggies from root and seed. Our kitchen window gets pretty decent light and we are now using our ledge for more than the kids trying desperately to sit on it. As long as the cat doesn’t get mad, and knock things down, our experiments should keep the oldest child entertained for about 10 minutes in the morning. Maybe more if she wants to journal about how the green onions have sprouted and grown in 3 days! Which she has.

Just Another Day…

Mom With A Pen — Sat, 17 Dec 2011 03:58:55 +0000

It’s not a secret. Sometimes marriage sucks. Men and women just don’t think alike. Maybe that’s why John Gray has made millions. How can you love somebody and yet detest them with every fiber of your being. How does that happen when 15 years ago you couldn’t wait to spend an evening hanging out with them?

Crossing the Line

Mom With A Pen — Tue, 13 Dec 2011 04:19:34 +0000

There’s a line that every woman crosses at one point or another. And, not in the right way. Is there a right way to cross a line? Only if you’re running a marathon. And, even then, you shouldn’t be scowling and giving people dirty looks. Just sayin’.

Who’s With Me?

Mom With A Pen — Tue, 29 Nov 2011 02:24:35 +0000

First of all I am going to apologize in advance. I’ve been swinging in Thanksgiving leftovers and plowing through all-nighters. Again. Yes, there’s been hot black coffee fueling me for days, and that sludge and muck is churning my body into a large amoebic-like mass that absorbs anything in sight. Sadly the story is way too horrific to make millions at the box office, but don’t worry, the in-laws have left so they won’t be accidentally injured in the aftermath.

Inspiration in a Box

Mom With A Pen — Tue, 12 Jul 2011 06:59:33 +0000

Tonight I find myself doing the same thing I’ve done for the past two nights. Miss Sassy Pants is down in Florida with the grandparents and the hubster is in New Orleans. So yes… Julia is in bed and here I sit (again) watching a 3rd-rate movie on Netflix. Whoever invented Netflix really knew how to cure an exhausted soul! I’d break out a bottle of wine, but it’s 2:36 in the morning. On a weekday that might make me a lush…well, and I have to breastfeed in 4 hours.

Picketting for Pretty

Mom With A Pen — Tue, 10 May 2011 01:48:09 +0000

Life has a funny way of saying, “Hey, what the heck. Are you an idiot?” And often, I’ll reply, “Yup;” sometimes when someone is looking… just to make them think twice about sitting next to me… because everyone needs their space. Yes, I’ve been walking in a daze. Let me add to that…for the past year and a half. Half exhausted from my non-sleeping one-year-old (and the whining and tantrums of the six-year-old); half carb-induced because I can’t seem to stop shoveling in chicken nachos. What is it with that stuff? Umm…yes, I’m eating a heap now.

So…My Kids Live in a Crack House

Mom With A Pen — Fri, 29 Apr 2011 16:44:29 +0000

Once upon a time, before I had kids, I was a good Mom. I was patient and kind…and I certainly didn’t yell. My blood pressure was stable and I looked good – no dark circles, no gray hair…and certainly no need for $50 anti-wrinkle cream. There is a saying that goes, “Fix the things you can and leave the rest to God.” So, instead of spending my money of lipo or a face lift I’m pulling resources to fix the house.

I Think I Ate…er…a Horse

Mom With A Pen — Thu, 03 Feb 2011 03:54:00 +0000

There’s something to be said for a good appetite…on someone else. Let’s face it, when it comes to a woman, it gets personal. And, no matter how ravenous a woman is, if you tell her she eats like a horse, you’re going to get your teeth kicked in.

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Random Resolutions Gone Wild

Mom With A Pen — Fri, 21 Jan 2011 06:08:41 +0000

I am a 24/7 perfectionist that can’t seem to get anything done. Look, if it’s not done right…why do it at all?

I will never understand why I continuously play “Groundhog Day”…day after day…well, after day. Dishes…laundry…feed a face or two…pee, sleep…and then eat to do it all over again. Forget “Rat Race”. Seriously, who’s running in this crazy maze? Is someone testing me to see if I can break out? Is there cheese at the end? Because I like cheese. A lot.