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One evening after a horrible day of potty training my three-year-old son, I posted my shoddy efforts on facebook, and an old high school friend of mine posted a comment. Within that comment, were the three words “motherhood is bliss.” At the time, I was not thinking on the same level as my friend, and I just kind of pushed it back out of my mind. It wasn’t until today that I dug it back out, and started to think that she was right…

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I’ll admit I am no “Susie Homemaker,” and if we’re really being honest here, I hate cleaning house, but I will never let my kids know this, so they can grow up with the appreciation of keeping things neat and knowing how to take care of themselves whenever they get out on their own.  Growing up I was always given a long list of chores to do on Saturdays with no help from my stepmom or from my dad; I looked at cleaning like it was a punishment, never learning anything about the value of a well-kept house.  And, when I got on my own, I didn’t do a very good job of cleaning up after myself.

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When I was a kid I really did not have a conscience when it came to wasting food on my plate, whether it be at breakfast, lunch or dinner; it was always my parents saying “You’re gonna eat those peas, or sit there till bedtime!” or the famous “Do you know how many kids are starving right now because they have no food?” Well, when it came to eating those mushy little things as a kid, I pretty much sat there till it was time for me to go to bed. Whether they got eaten by my dad or not, I didn’t know, or care; I just knew that they weren’t going to be eaten by me!! Now, thirty-nine years later, I find that those roles have reversed…I am like my parents were, and my son is like I was…

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Why is it so hard to lose that infamous belly fat – then when you finally do – it’s so easy to put it back on? You try and try to lose it, one workout at a time, and it takes months to shed. You finally get there, but if you eat the wrong thing or go eat out at a restaurant just once, then “Poof” it’s back again. Soooo, not fair…

Earlier today I had a “Duh!” moment…okay I have them all the time, but today’s was particularly disturbing to me. We were on our way out to take my daughter to her softball practice, and I was making sure I had everything I needed. Purse? Check. Wallett with I.D.? Check. Keys? Check. Cell Phone (in case my husband was able to call from Kuwait)? Che… Oh no, where’s my cell. Hold on kids, gotta find my–, oh how embarrassing…I’m talking on it…