Questionable

This modern age with its diagnosis and syndromes and whatnot. . . It can seem ridiculous. But the first time I read about “Decision Fatigue,” I thought, Oh my goodness, write this down, I have that! Alllll day every day I am bombarded with questions....

If You Want to Get to Mass

If you want to get to Mass on time, you mention it Saturday night. Mentioning your hopes means that you should find shoes for everyone before tomorrow morning. Thinking of shoes makes you remember that you should probably find the right size tights for everyone while...

Friyay

A long time ago a friend shared how some of their friends had a laundry and letters Friday evening tradition. After this week, I thought why not combine the idea to air my dirty laundry in letter form? Sounds fun! Dear New Neighbors, So they probably didn’t...

Fair Enough

Max has a way of requesting things. Like when I’ve got Penny in the backpack, and sisters crying, and 30 minutes to make a 45 minute dinner, he will come and stand next to me, handing me items I need and then ask calmly, “What was the last thing you wrote...

Excuses and Such

There is so much to say.  So very much.  And I’ve said a good deal of it with posts just waiting to be published.  Well, have photos uploaded and then published.  Therein lies the trouble, you see.  Because this computer and I?  We’re not exactly chums....

Consolation Prize

Being a mom is hard. There are no performance reviews, no standardized tests, or yearly award programs to tell you that what you are doing- anything you are doing- is working. It’s the stuff of sleepless nights: Does is matter? What am I doing with my life? Am I...