I don’t like it when my husband has to travel for work. So, when he leaves, I often take the opportunity to throw myself a pity party. I like to whine about the evenings that seem to stretch on. And on. And ooooonnnnn. Or the weekends playing zone defense against Team “Let’s Drive Mommy Batty.” …
I blame it on my math minor. But the fact is, in my day job, I’m a person that lives by numbers, formulas, and stone cold logic. I like it when things add up. Life makes sense that way. When I come home, though? Sometimes, that’s a different story altogether. As much as I love…
I’ve got a number on my mind today. 12. It’s not a dozen eggs. Although there are plenty of crack-ups involved. It’s not a dozen donuts. Although it is pretty sweet in my book. It’s not the 12 pounds that I’ve gained, and can’t seem to shake off, post kids. Although it does have some…
Dear Daddy, I hereby request that, going forward, you put me to bed every night. I know momma may have objections with this request. She loves the fact that I snuggle up in her arms and give her warm, tight hugs before bedtime. She loves how I lay my fuzzy little head on her shoulder…
I should have known what I was getting into when I married him. I was aware of his penchant for rock bands and heavy metal. I knew of his love for playing the air guitar around the house. I had listened to him serenade me with power love ballads. He was a child formed by…
