humor

  • Texts from the Toilet

    I would not trade being a stay at home mom for anything in the world. I love these little pumpkins more than life itself. But there comes a time where it all becomes too much. And sometimes, just sometimes, I’ve got to take refuge. Even if it is in the toilet.

  • Reunited, and it feels so…ugh

    I’m getting old. My 20-year high school reunion is officially around the corner, and I am SO NOT READY for it. For a variety of reasons. I’m not a doctor or a lawyer or a future Nobel Prize candidate. Haven’t written a novel yet. My family of five survives on one car (a decrepit minivan), and it’s got more trash inside it than a Nikki Minaj album. Sigh. I’m just so average.

  • Slipped Your Mind?

    After forgetting my own age, I began to worry about myself. Things started creeping into my mind, like will I be able to recall my fourth child’s name in a few years? Do I need to get on some vitamins that will help my brain? But, as I delved deeper, turns out I’m no different than most people my age. I figured out it is just a normal thing that happens.

  • Stuck In A Rut…

    Perhaps your rut is different than mine. We all have them. In fact, I have several. I cook the same things, have the same workout routine, talk to the same people about the same subject matter, and obviously wear the same outfit. The ruts always seem deeper mid-winter. It’s time to cut a new path, my friends!

  • Just a GAME!


    I am that mom. I am that mom at the sporting event that ends up sitting all by herself. The one that yells wildly and yes, even stomps her feet a time or two when there are calls from the ref that are so absurd, you wonder if he can truly see out of both of his eyeballs. I can’t help it. I am not proud of this behavior, mind you. Even as I write these words I am a little tight in the chest, because I am worried sick someone will read this and a light bulb will go off. Ding! THIS is HER! The woman at our game last night. Or last week. Or last year. At least I am remembered for something!

  • Cupcake Wars

    It all started at the fifth grade class Christmas party. I strolled into my daughter’s class with cupcakes in hand, and could almost hear the gasps when I retrieved them from a Target bag. They were adorned with Santa and Rudolph and cute little Christmas trees, I was proud of these! Heck, the icing didn’t even smudge the slightest bit on the drive over! As I sat them on the food table, I felt a little nudge…

  • Relax Moms, You’re Nowhere
    Near as Bad as I Am!


    You ever have those days where you know, by about 9 a.m., that you ought to write this one off and go back to bed? Yeah, well, today might be one of those days for me. I just sent my son to preschool in his sister’s Crocs. I’m quite certain this officially makes me “An Awful Mom”. I understand that might not sound so bad, but let me explain…