Mar
26

Co-sleeping is a stupid, ugly myth

I believe pretty firmly in the separation of kid and adult bedrooms. Everyone seems to sleep better when in their own beds, I know I do. My bedroom is my sanctuary and my bed is my temple. I really enjoy sleeping in my…

Mar
22

Tags, schmags

In my house, I am the responsible one. Not to say that my husband isn’t responsible, but most tasks fall to me because I am organized and I remember things… most of the time. You’ve got to play to your strengths. I pay…

Mar
16

The deployment within a deployment

When my husband deployed, I wrote him a letter. There were a bunch of mushy feelings spewed all over that letter. I told him that I would miss him terribly; I told him I am proud of him and not to worry about…

Mar
12

Door wreaths

Occasionally I get this crafty bug that can only be satiated by making something. The prettier, the better. A couple of weeks ago I made some door wreaths. My plan is to have them sort of coordinate with the season. This one I…

Mar
9

Unflappable

I have been described as unflappable, but that’s not really true. I really am flappable, and fallible and sometimes I am prone to bouts of intense anxiety and fear. That part however, is my soft underbelly. Most people will never see that part…

Mar
6

Pity party for one

It seems like every time I get sick I feel miserable on many levels. Physically I am exhausted and in pain. Mentally I am tired my brain feels scrambled. Emotionally I am overwhelmed and I tend to throw myself a little pity party.…

Mar
4

Hammocks and margaritas

My mood is inextricably linked to my patience. Nothing will tank my mood faster than a slow moving line or a whiny child. Luckily I am able to rebound pretty quickly most of the time, but every once in a while I have…

Feb
27

Rebel

Sometimes you’ve got to be a rebel, just buck the system and go your own way. Today I was the master of my domain and I purposefully went against all known and sage advice.  Yeah, I am a rebel. That has a good…

Feb
24

Words are completely inadequate at a time like this.  We will miss you so very much Tim Cooper. To know you was to love you. 

Feb
20

Baaaaaaa

This afternoon I was driving home with the kids in the car. Kenna was sleeping and I was mostly listening to the radio while Ty was playing on his iPad. Then I hear this voice from the backseat… “Mom, who is that guy?”…