My two oldest boys return to school (finally!) tomorrow. Linus is beginning kindergarten. Full day kindergarten. He did full day preschool, two days a week. I am not worried about the transition, because his sadness was palpable when he asked “do I have school tomorrow?” and I had to tell him “no.”
Current Mood:
In charge & 
Uh…hello!?!
Not to brag or anything, but on a previous blogging venue, I was rather known for my poop stories. Ok, obviously I am not boasting, since it is really a sad indicator of what your life can become when you are a stay at home mom: Do I have some stories for you!
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Current Mood:
Oh no you didn’t!
It has been a wonderful year for tomatoes. Last summer they refused to ripen. This was probably for the best, since JD was only a few months old and canning them was not really a feasible option. My stash of home canned tomatoes had dwindled down to the point where I was almost panicking. No goulash? What if I really, really want goulash? You can’t make goulash with (gasp) store bought canned tomatoes!
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Green
I always laugh when I think about baby-proofing. Mostly because of that saying “I child-proofed the house, but they keep getting back in!” but also because it is impossible.
Making your home a sanctuary in which no child will ever get hurt/ingest a chemical/swallow a Lego is not going to happen. New mothers, take notes. It will save your sanity!
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Perplexed…???
I want to preface this with some major kudos to the single parents. I don’t know how you do it. Seriously.
I foolishly decided that I could take all three boys camping by myself. No husband.
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Current Mood:
Juggling the world
Sometimes I have trouble reminding myself that JD is a full-fledged toddler. Most people refer to it as “denial.” He is my youngest, he is the last, and certainly will be my “baby” forever, right? I can only ignore those “signs” for so long, those indicators that my baby is on the path to becoming a little boy.
There’s something to be said about owning a house. For many years, due to my husband’s job, we lived in furnished apartments on college campuses. Some were nice and some were…er..not so nice. Drop-ceilings, walk-in showers (reminiscent of an 80′s gym locker room) and lack of closet and cabinets were like an HGTV reality show challenge. Every time we moved (which was about every two years), I thought Vern Yip was going to appear, cock his head to the side and say, “So, how are you going to make this space yours?”
I am in need of Super-Duper-Massive-Strength Tylenol. I just opened the packet from Madison’s Open House and apparently I will need homeschooling this year. Our elementary school’s policy is that parents may visit at any time. I wonder if the 1st Grade teacher will be willing to give me a kid-sized desk and a paper name plate? Magnetic Poles…Sacagawea? Here I come!
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I am ready to give up on being presentable. It just isn’t going to happen. I am not a neat person to begin with. I am rather clumsy and prone to spilling coffee on myself, or dribbling salsa down my shirt. Condiments land on my pants on a regular basis.
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Current Mood:
Do me in already!
There is no funny in this blog post. I apologize, in advance, also for the lack of helium (or other miscellaneous gases to get you through this read). There will be no squeaky-cheeky laughter or ha-ha..s. Nope, and it’s not even a dreaded Monday. Half empty or half full? I’m still undecided…but care for a Prozac?
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