Dictionary.com defines a hot mess as "a person or thing that is spectacularly unsuccessful or disordered, especially one that is a source of peculiar fascination". Thank God. Because I was afraid that I was inadvertently calling myself hot.
Kid: Hey - can we bake Slutty Brownies? Me: I don't care what you bake...just don't ever call them that again! Kid: What? Why?? Me: Because your brother is 10 and the last thing I need is him going to school using that word! He doesn't even know what it means!! Kid: Seriously? You have … Continue reading Just Don’t Call Them ‘Slutty’…
Dear Moms, Some Dads, Busy People and Anyone-Raised-in-a-Religious-Tradition-that-is-Heavy-on-the-Guilt, I had an epiphany the other day. In church. Which sounds like exactly what is supposed to happen in church, right? Except maybe not this kind. I already wasn't in a very churchy state of mind, if I'm being honest. I'd left one particularly huffy child at … Continue reading An Open Letter to the Guilty Among Us…
A few weeks ago, I told a story here. I'd actually written it back in October. I couldn't tell you, really, why I decided it was time to share now. But it felt like it was...and so I did. And then I heard back. I heard from quite a few of you. Some of you … Continue reading About Your Stories…Thank you.
A friend gave me this book a couple of weeks ago. When I looked at the title, You Are A BadAss, the first thing I thought was, "nah...I'm just a regular ass..." But the first thing I said was "thank you". And I might've gotten a little misty...because I tend to do that when someone … Continue reading Why Yes…I Think You Are
I have no idea what they ate today. EXCEPT for the 10 year old and his friend. They had giant waffle cones with about 5 scoops of ice cream in them for lunch. I know because I stopped at the ice cream stand with them on their way home from school. And then I shooed … Continue reading I Have No Idea What They Ate Today (A Slacker Mom’s Guide to Summer)
It is June, and I have been faking it for a while now. Probably since September, if we're being honest, but it's all getting real now. There's something about these Spring months, with all of the concerts and play offs and class parties and tryouts (for FALL, for God's sake...remember when tryouts happened the week … Continue reading Its June. Are We There Yet?
Right now, it is 6:23 and I already had to put my big girl pants on a couple of times today. And I don't love my big girl pants. They kind of pinch.
Years ago, when my babies were still babies and I was caught in the mostly-joyful-but-also-exhausting vortex that is 3 babies 4 and under in one house, someone asked me a question. If you had a whole day to yourself, she said, and you could do anything you wanted to do...anything at all...what would it be?
Last night I went to tuck my son in. Tuck him back in, actually. For the third time. The first goodnight kiss had happened about an hour before. And then...