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A little recap

On Wednesday, I went to get Aidan from school. It was a rainy, cold day. Much like every other day this week. I put Aidan in the car and was driving home, thinking about the fact I was getting my hair done at 4. I was driving on a 4 lane road with the turning [...]

Bleh.

Have I mentioned that I am sick? I woke up Sunday morning with a sore throat and more mucus than a person should ever have. I’m really sorry for saying mucus, but you really need to get the full picture here. I felt like CRAP. Sunday consisted of me sitting on my couch, watching movies, [...]

Be Brave

A few weeks ago, I made myself a little rule and wrote it on our dry erase board. Aidan asked me what it said, so I read it to her. “No worrying allowed.” She asked me why I wrote that, and I told her that I worry to much, so I was reminding myself not [...]

I learned a lot this weekend

Note: I have 2 cousins who I will call K and H for this post. H is the older sister of K. :) Carry on. Saturday was Christmas with my moms family. Apparently one of my younger cousins, K,  has been bitter all these years due to some remarks I made as a child and [...]

woo!

Today, I will be sewing, I have Christmas presents to make! I am so excited! You may not see me for a while. When I start sewing, I can’t stop. ::weeeeeeeee::

There is no such thing as Santa Claus

With the holidays approaching I can’t help but think about my childhood. My dad was really big on Santa when I was a kid. Looking back at all the toys Santa brought me as a child seems a little excessive now that I am a parent. I was always suspicious about the existence of Santa. [...]

A protest.

Today is one of those days, the horrible kind, the worst kind, the laundry kind. After checking out my laundry room, I have decided that everyone in my house will live as Zion lives, naked. I am taking away all rights to peoples closets, they will be allotted one outfit per week. They will be [...]

Reason #1 I need therapy

My mother sings this song when I can’t reach things, it goes “Short people! Ain’t got no reason to live, short people…!” It’s like clock work. I ask her to grab something for me, she starts singing. The annoying thing is, she has conditioned my brain to hear that song anytime something is out of [...]

I quit.

I give up trying to clothe someone who will not keep their clothes on. Zion is at the kitchen table having a snack…and he’s naked. He likes it that way, and cares nothing for clothing. I care nothing for picking up his clothes that he has thrown around the house immediately after I put them [...]

I am neurotic.

I’d like to thank Kelly over at Neurotic Mom for featuring me on her blog! You can check out the post by clicking the button to the left.