The first half of 2017 has had its up and downs. Definitely not bad, but not easy either. A large part of this is due to getting lax in schedule and planning and filling up our schedule with STUFF. So, rather than throwing out all the rules this summer and going rogue, I’m going to use June as a re-start. I find that if my home is in order and my life is in order, then work tends to be in order and things run more smoothly and everyone sleeps better. And at the end of the day, it’s all about clocking in at least 8 hours of sleep.
So, here is my no-so-traditional summer bucket list:
Meals at the...
Parents, we've all been there. Our child has had some version of a meltdown in a public place and we're now the subject of what feels like a million pairs of eyes. What next, flight or fight? Address it now or get out of dodge? Personally (contingent on age and reason of said meltdown) I make the choice of flight. I'll ignore the judging stares and get to a private area where I can handle the situation without an audience. But what happens when a spectator wants to help ... without permission? I have a specific example.
Several weeks ago, my little family and I woke up extremely early to get to downtown BR for a bevy of fun activities....
After months of living out of our home and in a construction zone due to the Great Flood of 2016, I recently found our family settled into our new normal. Our routines of getting dressed and out of the door without screaming (some days), coming home for dinner, homework and baths, and our weekends with varying activities. I began to find myself falling back into the chaos of everyday living.
Driving home one night I thought back to our time of being displaced by the flood, and I had a moment of clarity. I realized that things were hectic at that time, yes, but we were intentional about spending time together as a family. We did this to make our...
I presume that if you're reading this, you have children. And I presume that if you have children, you know all about the elaborate procrastination techniques they employ at the most inopportune times. Who else has days that go like this:
When It's Time to Leave:
Mom: Go put your shoes on.
Kid: Goes to room and comes back 5 minutes later, still shoeless.
Mom: Where are your shoes?
Kid: Look at this shell! I found it under my bed. It's pink and is shaped like a heart.
Mom: I love the shell! Now please go put your shoes on.
Kid: Goes to room and comes back 5 minutes later, still shoeless.
Mom: Where are your shoes?
Kid: Can I take this snugly toy to school to show...
I'm sure I'm not supposed to do the things I'm about to list, but I don't care. Call me a "bad mom," but I have no guilt for any of these. Sorry not sorry, kids, but...
I eat your candy.
I saw that the Easter Bunny brought you some Reese's eggs. What a coincidence--they happen to be my favorite. I've been eyeing them. I'll give you a day--no, 8 hours--then they're mine. Looks like an early bedtime!
I trash your art.
Ok, not all (I still have all the sweet ones), but honestly, most. If I can't discern what it is and can't figure out which way is up, it goes down ... in the garbage bag ... hidden under last night's trash...
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Mardi Gras From the Perspective of a Krewe Dancer
Mardi Gras From the Perspective of a Krewe Dancer
It's that time of year we have been working towards all year long. Preparing three to...
