NB* Please read the comment section at the end of the post before you swear off my blog forever as a load of misogynistic crap. There are some excellent points brought up, as well as an apology or two and some clarifications. As I say in the post, I’m fumbling through this argument.  Sometimes I wonder what you think of my blog. I wonder if you wonder if I’m completely honest all the time, or if I exaggerate, or if... Read more

So as I mentioned in my quick takes on Friday, little Lemon (this is what Charlotte calls Liam and it has stuck) spent many a night last week refusing to sleep due to an ear infection. This was my first real test since the Ogre left. As I’ve mentioned, the Ogre always takes the night shifts. I don’t deal well with losing sleep, and he likes me cheerful, so he takes nights and I take mornings. Even if they come at... Read more

I’m glad it’s Friday, because quick takes are all I’d be able to do today. I am in system overload. Actually, it’s beyond that. My forehead is blinking Warning: System Failure Warning: Crash Imminent repeatedly. If you think I’m lying, just come over. Trust me. It’s written right there in between the worry lines and above the dark circles.  #7 Why Is This So?  Well, because I’m failing at life. That’s why.  In Nevada, my life was manageable. It was... Read more

Yet, how I’m glad it’s not Sunday. On Saturday night poor Liam could not sleep, so we were up for most of the night. My parents helped me out with the kids on Sunday morning so I could get a nap in, but Liam had a hard time napping well all day and his fever spiked to 102, so we headed to the doctor this morning. Just another ear infection, which is status quo for summer days in a pool,... Read more

Ah, Friday. I’m not gonna lie, I thought Friday would never come. Not because I was particularly looking forward to it, but because the days since the Ogre left have seemed to drag. I can’t believe he’s only been gone for four days. Last weekend feels like a century ago. I have no idea how I’m going to last six weeks until he comes back for Liam’s birthday, let alone six months. #7 I Realize That the sentence I just... Read more

I realize this picture is not totally accurate, but I freaked myself out so much trying to find you an appropriate picture that I just had to stop.  In my parent’s house, there are many wonders. It is peculiarly situated in an uninhabited few square miles in the middle of a sprawling suburb, so one of the said wonders is the magnificent backyard, which houses all manner of wildlife and the occasional skunk. The backyard also houses a spectacular salt-water... Read more

The Ogre left yesterday. He couldn’t get a flight out until after the holiday weekend, so we spent a lovely last few days together. But it had to end, and yesterday it did. We pulled up to the unloading zone at Love Field and he got out, grabbed his bag, and extended his hand to help Sienna get out. I watched as he picked her up and held her tight. She was sobbing, her whole body shaking and her arms... Read more

When we moved back to Texas, there were a lot of things that I was looking forward to. Topping the list was having an excess of family around to help out with the kids. For the last three years, the Ogre and I haven’t gone out unless my parents were in town and willing to watch the minions for a few hours. The one time we hired a babysitter, we ended up paying the sitter more than the movie and... Read more

Uffa. After reading the comments from my post on Envy, I have noticed that I seem to have given the impression that my brother-in-law, the Coach, and his wife, Sasha Feroce, are nothing but money-grubbing upwardly mobile young urban professionals. Let me clarify. This is not the case, at all. My brother-in-law is a basketball coach, because basketball is what he loves and it’s what he’s good at. It’s also the way he’s chosen to make his mark on the... Read more

I’m so happy that Jen is back with us this week! If you haven’t done so yet, make sure you stop by Conversion Diary to congratulate her on the birth of little Pamela Scholastica! #7 Lately I’ve Noticed St. Scholastica a trend in naming among Catholic parents. We seem to be reaching back into the recesses of history and mining it for forgotten saint’s names. Scholastica is a good example. We used Bede for our little man. Our friend wants... Read more