I have these children. They are wonderful. Most of the time. Except Now. By “Now” I mean Christmas. Oh and their Birthdays. Oh and the 4th of July, the last day of School, Easter, Halloween and any other Holiday that involves, candy, food, presents or all of the above. I can’t wait for Christmas to…
Christmas all over… Again.
Christmas can’t come and go soon enough this year. I don’t know why I feel this way. Maybe it’s from the lack of funds in the bank, the mounting, bills, the husband that says “Get a Job” Yet I haven’t asked him for a dime. Or it’s the children and the 3 birthdays between the…
What is Beauty?
That is the journal assignment from Bug’s TAG teacher. It’s his opinion. What HE sees as beautiful. Can be anytyhing at all. But he didn’t finish it. I don’t know why. I know he hates to write and having a writer from a mom (even if I am just a novice) grates on him terribly…
This sort of stuff only happens to me
I should’ve known what was going to happen. It was like a scene from an old Lucille Ball show. I was standing in my kitchen, making Honey’s lunch to take to work. I was looking down the barrel of the mustard bottle, squeezing ever so gently, hoping that I could maybe dislodge the hardened mustard…
