When my oldest was 18 months old, my days were so filled with babies, bottles, and books — I was an at-home freelance editor — I couldn’t imagine where I would find the time to take a Mommy and Me…
When my oldest was 18 months old, my days were so filled with babies, bottles, and books — I was an at-home freelance editor — I couldn’t imagine where I would find the time to take a Mommy and Me…
I was asked the other day about lost items. More specifically, kids and lost items. We all have days don’t we when we send our children off to school dressed in pants, shirt, socks, shoes, jacket, backpack, and perhaps glasses.…
So, here’s the deal. I have wanted to write a book since I was about 9. I filled composition books, notepads, scraps of paper, and even those thin as onion skin sheets of typing paper. I can still feel the…
Tonight was one of those nights. I WANTED to bundle kids and husband in the van to go out to dinner. I WANTED to call for a pizza. I WANTED to get Chinese for dinner. After a week of eating…
Joe’s Crab Shack The Corner Bakery Au Bon Pain Chevy’s Burger King Chili’s and even Carrabba’s Italian Grill I have eaten in these restaurants more than once. In some cases I have taken my family to the restaurants on multiple…
It sounded like a plan. A crazy plan, but a plan nonetheless. If you know me at all you know I am all about getting everything done all at once. Have a doctor’s appointment. Hey why don’t we schedule 2…
One of the best parts of the school year coming to a close is that I no longer have to pack lunches. After weeks and weeks of packing lunches for three children, I can say with certainty that most days…
We’re ditherers here in the Musings from Me household. Well, I should clarify by saying that depending on the issue one or both or all us will dither and cogitate and mull over an issue. If it is kid-related, I…
As a child, I did not love Cracker Jack. I thought it was sticky. Chewy. Gooey. Too sweet. And generally blech. BUT, I loved the little tiny toy jammed down in to Cracker Jack box. I would dig my fingers…
Date night? What’s that? I thought when my children got older that we would be gadding about all over the place. So not true. Even with a built-in babysitter — my teen is a very responsible 15-year-old — we rarely…