Life with Dudes Never Looked So Pretty
Today is my birthday! via GIPHY It marks the beginning of my last year as a 30 year old woman. My plan was to write something heartfelt and emotional about my last year as a 30 something year old woman. Only, I don’t really feel that heartfelt or emotional about it. In fact, it kinda feels like just another day, beginning just another year that
Dude 1 was born well before the Elf on the Shelf. Dude 2 shares the elf’s official birth year, but the thing didn’t really gain momentum in American society until years later and, by then, I imagine that Dude 2 had heard of the elf’s role as Santa’s surveillance system and figured an elf free life is a more present receiving friendly life as far
This week I will be jetting to sunny San Antonio where I will be pretending to work speaking at a blogging conference. I will be away from the Dudes and the management of their home lives for a full three days. Fortunately, I’ve been down this road before and I have a well developed list of things I must do before I leave to ensure
Just as a warning, today’s post may be TMI for some readers. It falls under the category of Things That Happen to You When You’re Old. Recently, I had the opportunity to attend Expo East. If you’re not in the selling organic goods game you may not know that it is an organic expo showcasing natural products on the market. It’s not really for consumers.
I’ve never been very medically adventurous. I don’t go to the doctor much, and when I do I generally just do what he says and go on with life. But, that’s because I’m easy. Since Dude 3 got sick though, our medical challenges have grown significantly. Often, even the doctor is stumped (he calls us his brain stretchers, hooray!), and walking out of the office
If you’re anything like me, before you stepped foot into motherhood you kinda had it mapped out for yourself. Don’t be like that helicopter mom at the park. Don’t be like that mom who just drops her kids off at the park. Don’t be like your mom at the park. Instead you were gonna make your own baby food, and use organic cloth diapers, and
In all of my mothering life, the one thing that has continuously brought me down, like sitting-at-the-bottom-of-the-stairs-scented-with-poop-and-barf-and-two=days-no-shower-funk-ugly-crying-like-I-just-watched-a-Ryan-Gosling-movie-marathon down, is lack of preparation. Preparation is the mom’s key to parenting success. Without it mom fails are to be expected and wins are unlikely. Sometimes my hips lie, but facts never do, and fact is, when I don’t prepare, bad things happen.
I own two separate businesses, parent three crazy busy Dudes, sit on the board of two PTAs, and volunteer for more than one of my children’s sports teams. Some how I throw in walking the dog, showering, jamming food in my face, occasional house cleaning and laundry, three gym workouts a week, and high fiving my husband when we pass each other in the kitchen
Middle school is hard. Socially. Academically. Emotionally. Financially. Physically. Basically all of the ways. The body is changing, the mind is changing, the expectations and responsibilities are changing. All of that comes together in one growing-crazy-fast body, intermingles with hormones, and comes out in the form of tears. Or, if your offspring is male, probably fewer tears and more surly attitude featuring disgusted moans, exasperated
