I think Women’s Lib went wrong somewhere down the line.  Somewhere down the road, women decided that they’d like to be treated equally to men – with the rights to vote, hold down decent jobs and to choose their own path.  All good and decent ideals.  However along the way, and I don’t know who to blame, something went awry.  In order to receive these rights, women thought they had to become just like men.  We started opening our own doors, going dutch for the check on dates, opening our …

My son started the first grade yesterday. He also started a new school; his first public school. He was deliriously excited to go. Mommy, on the other hand, was not so much excited as scared out of her wits. I tried, I really did, to not let him see my stress. To smile at him whenever we discussed the new school, the new kids and the general largeness and differences of his previous Christian education. I must have done a truly fantastic job of convincing him that this was going …

So here’s the thing. I truly do realize that I’m not perfect. I’m nowhere near the perfect mom, housekeeper, wife, office aide, taxi driver, babysitter, cook. That’s obvious! But I think that on most days, I’m really trying my best. I’ll slack off here and there occasionally, it’s true. But I generally have my reasons. Like sleeping. And if you think about it, I probably work more hours in a week than even the most loyal employee at any corporation. If I added up the weekly hours I spend at …

I came across something interesting today while I was pondering my current mother-employee-babysitter-housekeeper-friend-familymember-wife status today. I decided to Google the definition of a “working mother” and see what the wise internet gods had to tell me.
The first site that came up was Wiki.Answers.com (a sub-site of the famous Wikipedia and Wiktionary websites) which actually lists the question I posed to it: “What is the definition of a working mother?” and below it was their answer. Or technically their lack of answer. “This question has not been …

I’m not sure that these blogs tell you what time they are written, but I’ll give you a little clue.  It is 4 hours past my bedtime and I’m not even the teensiest bit ready for bed.   I wish I had someone else to blame tonight, but in this case the finger points clearly in my direction.  I inadvertently drank some caffeine at 10pm this evening, and we all know what that means.
I am awake.  And when I’m lying in bed and I’m wide awake like this I tend to …

Zoo tomorrow..
Zoo tomorrow..
Go ahead, sing along. You can’t help it. If you’re a mom you’ve heard Raffi. I’ve listened to Raffi’s music so much over the last 6 years that I can’t even hear the word “zoo” without singing this song either out loud or internally for at least the following 30 seconds.
But I’m digressing, already. My friend, our children and I recently went to the World Wildlife Zoo with some buy one-get one free tickets. If you’ve been out there, you know it’s …

I’m sure I’m not the only mom this month who has a new Webkinz or two in their family. Each of my children received one for Christmas, and they’ve quickly become very best friends with these cute, but very greedy critters.
If you haven’t heard of them, I’m sure your kids have. Webkinz are beanie baby type stuffed animals that come with a website and a code number attached to their paw. This lures your child online where upon entering the magic code Webkinz will know it’s birthday, …

My family has recently started a new tradition that began as an accident and ended up permanently on our calendar.
A few months ago by coincidence my husband took our kids to Home Depot on the first Saturday of the month. Walking through the door he was asked if the kids were there for the Kid’s Workshop. No, he said, what was that? They were then sent to the back corner of the store to an area set up just high enough for children. The kids were given …

First of all, I hope all of you had a very Merry Christmas with your families! We had a great day, and we’ll be opening and building toys for the next three weeks. I feel sorry for the trash man the week after Christmas. Our house alone could use four large black bins today.
Second, I tried a new (to me) recipe on Christmas morning and I had to tell you about it because it made my life easier for a minute. And that’s always important to …

Dear Santa/God/Buddha or whomever is responsible out there,
All I want for Christmas this year is to feel my age. I’m willing to accept the fact that I’m 30 years old this year. I’m willing to accept psychologically that I’m no longer a teenager anymore, that I’ve past all of the celebratory milestones of aging and that it’s time to grow up. I’ve come to peace with these things. But could someone please explain to me why my complexion still acts like I’m 14 years old, my …