So I decided to be a fun mom last weekend. Spoiler alert: big mistake! I decided we were going to have a movie night. I spent all day looking at Pinterest for ideas and gearing myself up for this amazing bonding time with my boys. We drove to town and picked up pizza, a movie, all…
Last week, I wrote a post about five parental superpowers I possess that my husband is lacking. This street runs two ways. After seven years and counting as parents, it’s become very apparent that my husband has some parental superpowers of his own that I lack. In no particular order, those superpowers include… The ability…
Having children changes you. Anyone can tell you that. What many don’t realize is that motherhood can provide you with new, some might even say superhuman, abilities. Like Peter Parker after being bitten by that radioactive spider (that’s Spiderman, for anyone who is unaware and/or is not raising boys), I have developed some pretty significant…
Between preschool and elementary school, I have many years of Back to School experience as a parent. However, I also taught high school for a decade, so Back to School (and Back to School survival) is basically my native tongue. I’ve already professed my undying love and appreciation for teachers, but that doesn’t mean heading…
“How are you?” It’s a simple enough question that most people field casually every day, with the typical response being something along the lines of, “good,” “fine,” or “well, thank you.” But are you really good? Are you really fine? It can be hard to tell. The next time you find yourself wondering (or someone…
Dear Chick-fil-A, My love for you is widely known to my friends and family, but I think it’s well past time for me to take my feelings public. Back when I was still teaching in the classroom, I left at ridiculously-early-o’clock in the morning. You were the only restaurant who was there for me on…
One of my (few remaining) hobbies is musing about the absurdities of parenthood. In college, I spent my fair share of time in Greek life and I can confidently say that being a parent is a lot like being at a frat party. People are irrational, everything is filthy, and there are far more bodily…
