Dobbie is back! He’s my family’s Elf on the Shelf and he is pretty popular around these parts.
If you’re just joining us, you can catch up on all of Dobbie’s most memorable adventures from the last few years HERE.
I have to admit, I’m enjoying him now more than ever… probably because every time Dobbie makes my kids smile or laugh, it eases my guilt for being such a Halloween slacker this year.
Also, this year, for the first time, Bucket Head has started communicating with Dobbie. Continue reading
When we last left our heroine…
Wait. I’m sorry, I just despise that word. I can never remember if it’s heroin or heroine and then I get nervous that people will think I’m leaving my smack lying around all willy nilly.
(Quick Google check and heroine-with-an-e it is. I know—I’ll create a pneumonic device to help me remember: the e is for extra excellent feeeeemale hero. Got it. Oh wait, is it pneumonic or mnemonic? Shit. And you wonder why I don’t write more often.)
Digression ending in 3-2-1…
Heroine. With an e. That would be me. Hiya!
If you’re just joining us, Continue reading
This is the first year all three of my kids have extra-curricular activities and life seems to have gotten a bit more unmanageable all of a sudden.
Tell you what though, as much as I sometimes envy my friends with only one child, there really is something special about the life-lessons and social skills kids with siblings
have to endure get to experience.
Recently we had a very interesting situation dropped in our laps. Continue reading
“Honey, pass the peas, please…. Bucket Head, stop licking your pork chop!… Who set the table? Nice job on the napkins, Mini-Me…. Oh, I forgot to tell you, Vincent has a band concert on Thursday; can you get home early?… Hey you guys, who wants Mommy to have another baby?”
“MEEEEEEEEEEE!” the kids all screamed simultaneously while my husband’s eyeballs popped out of his skull and rolled into his mashed potatoes.
Did I really just say that? Out loud?
And my kids actually WANT me to have another baby?
What the what?!
I’m 43 years old. My husband had a vasectomy nanoseconds after Bucket Head’s birth. I have no business thinking about another baby.
And yet, I do. I think about it. Continue reading
Receiving a call from your child’s teacher at 7:30 a.m. is rarely a good thing.
And learning that your six-year-old son won’t stop crying is not the kind of news any parent ever wants to hear.
But realizing that the reason he’s crying is because of me? That, my friends, is a game changer. Continue reading
Sorry to have been such a stranger lately. I’ve been working on some interesting new stories that I hope to be posting next week.
But until then…
Tomorrow’s the big day: my Georgia Book Tour Party! If you are in the area and can join us, please come on over — we’d love to see you.
Here’s a link to the coffee shop: OVR Coffee Café. It’s located next to Joseph & Friends hair salon in Vickery Village.
I’m so excited I’ll probably be wearing an adult diaper under my dress. Hug me at your own risk.