Eloping is one of those funny words – it has more than one meaning, and most people only know one. The fun one. The “run-off-and-get-married-on-a-whim” kind of meaning. Which makes it really odd and considerably confusing when I write
So this happened today. I’m not sure if I should be sad, frustrated, or annoyed. Maybe all three. Maybe none? After all, it is what it is, and we just have to deal with it. My older two kids
We eat out too much. I freely admit to that – and I also know why. I’m frequently drained and the idea of someone else fixing 5 different meals at the same time for my family is enticing.
As the parent of a 2e kiddo, I’ve found that you really have to laser in on the things that matter to see progress. If I’m looking at my kid from the big picture standpoint, it’s depressing. Some things
“Mom, my stomach feels weird,” he said. Cue nurse mode: “are you getting sick?” I asked, already scanning for a good place to pull the car over and wondering where I put that barf bag that I kept just