Five Women and a Flat Tire
My friend Sara and I took two of my daughters to the city to pick up their friend from the airport. We shopped and we ate and we went to Costco….you know. City stuff.
My friend Sara and I took two of my daughters to the city to pick up their friend from the airport. We shopped and we ate and we went to Costco….you know. City stuff.
In my quest to continually keep myself motivated to run/walk every morning….I try to add fresh new songs to my playlist. Otherwise I get bored and my mind starts to wander and that leads to thoughts of sitting down and feasting on chocolate.
I am torn between raving about the much needed rain we got this past weekend or telling you all about the conference we attended. I think I’ll give you an overview of both!
I get hundreds of emails and messages from women who are struggling with depression and feeling hopeless. I wish I could have each of you over for an iced tea with Sonic ice and some real fellowship.
Last Saturday my girls decided to go out for some thrift store shopping, so I was left alone with the 4 younger boys. It was either going to turn into a Lego-fest or I could use their future man muscles for the greater good.
This week’s YouTube video is about kids doing chores. Uh huh. That’s right. I am talking about deep, dark subjects over there.
I have been about to BUST to tell you my big news. But I waited, because patience is a virtue. Also because I am a person who holds in information in case it doesn’t actually happen. A little insight into my sad, sad personality.
Now that we are back to school life has taken on a busy, yet semi-predictable turn. No more lets-do-whatever mornings. It’s back to the military style of living where Mom blows the bugle at 7 in the morning and demands pushups for anyone that doesn’t hop-to.
This is a whole new level of parenting. People say toddlers and teenagers are hard….we never had big struggles with those ages. But adults, that is a topic that needs some attention!
I remember in college I could stay up all night for a week then recover with a nap and some cold pizza. Now I require three days of sleep and chicken soup (without the noodles) to get over staying up until midnight.