From the moment I wake up in the morning to well, really all night long, I feel like I am holding my breath, anxious and just waiting for a disaster, in the form of a small child, to hit. There is no assurance that I will have 10 minutes, five minutes, or even five seconds to…
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Never Skip Girls’ Night
So last night, my sister-in-law hosted a little girls’ night at her house. Being the bum that I am, after working all day and being slotted to be at the hospital again at 7 A.M. this morning, I couldn’t muster up enough energy to put on some clothes that didn’t make me look like an…
Why I Make My Husband’s Lunch
Are you the kind of wife who dutifully packs her husband’s lunch and sends him off to work with a kiss each morning? Yes? Well, good for you. Because I’m totally not. But, I have to admit… I have changed my ways a bit in the hubby lunch department. And it changed my marriage. Read…
Blogging is Scary + I Don’t Have An Open Marriage
There’s nothing like getting a call from your mother in the middle of her work day while you are unsuspectingly sitting at home playing play-dough with your three-year-old and feeding your insatiable baby his lunch. “What is this, young lady?” she demanded when I picked up the phone. “Did you really write this?” “Huh? What…
