So when you’re out of milk, and you have three hungry kids, you run to the store, right? I confess, that exhausted from being up since 4:30 with my toddler, I just loaded them all in the car and went to the store at 8 a.m.
Did I mention I didn’t even have matching shoes on? In fact, I had two left shoes on.
So if you saw me, now you know.

The holiday decorations are scattered on the dining room table, gathered from various rooms in the house. There are baskets of clean laundry in the loft (and the hallway and my room). Dirty dishes overflow the sink.
Rather than tackling these tasks today (while caring for an ill toddler), we grabbed shoes.
With new skateboards in hand and nature all around, the kids are playing outdoors. It’s gorgeous in Arizona today. We are going to enjoy it.
Everything else can wait.

I was drained last week. Completely. Utterly. Drained.
The weekend didn’t help.
With my husband down with the flu (that then spread to my two older kids, though to much less degree since both had flu shots) and the baby with an ear infection, my evenings were exhausting.
Every bit of energy was spent caring for the kids and getting work done.
It left little creative force.
Though ideas for blogs were many last week, only two got written. And neither got posted.
I hope to catch up this week (wait, it’s THURSDAY?).
Ok, maybe next week.
Thanks …

A friend posted a one-liner on her Facebook page the day after Christmas: “Collapse.”
Yup, I felt the same way!
With our hustle and bustle from one family to the next complete, we arrived home about 9, unloaded the car and sent the kids off to bed.
With few exceptions, everything is still in the spot it landed Christmas night: toys on the floor, the dining room table, the kitchen island; jackets over the stair railing, several chairs and, again, the floor; dirty dishes still in the sink.
It’s been, what, four days, since …

This week is CRAZY (ok, so are the next few weeks). So when I bought baking supplies from the store, I picked up a few easy, put together kits (that bakes up goodies I don’t have to find recipes for).
I worked late last night so when I got home, there was only an hour before bedtime. I pulled out this fudge kit. The directions were pretty easy: dump the supplies in the right order into the sauce pan, stir it up then pour it into the pan. I gave my …

I’m feeling a little guilty about an episode that took place at our home Saturday.
That morning I was REAL tired (hey – I have a 10 week old at home!). So when the bigger kids woke up (5 and 8 years old) and asked to play Wii, I didn’t argue. It gave me a few more minutes to snooze while baby slept.
About 20 minutes later I heard kids playing at the park. The weather is just turning here in the Valley so mornings are nice outside.
First, the kids had to …

Ah, summer. In our house, I now associate summer with sleep.

I had two crazy events happen at my house the last few days… of course they revolved around the children and the family pet.
Both were those situations where if you have 45 minutes to get somewhere and you think, “Hey, I’ll be early,” it doesn’t happen. Something – anything – will occupies that 45 minutes.
One morning last week the kids were arguing over a toy. I finally said, “Time to go” and headed to the car. I ran back into the house to grab the lunches we left on the …

About a month ago I wrote about how we’ve had some sleeping issues in our home – as in children NOT sleeping! After weekend away with my mom (who was exposed to my daughter’s nighttime rantings), it was time to take action.
We don’t know why she does this, but for several months my 5-year-old has cried out in her sleep. Sometimes it’s loud enough that I hear her down the hall. It may simply be, “I want my toy back,” or “Are we there yet?” But other times she just …

I know at some point in the last year my daughter slept soundly in her own bed. And if she did wake up, she could crawl into my bed without me hardly noticing.
That isn’t the case anymore.
I can’t think back to when the change happened, but it’s more than evident now.
Nightly she cries out in her sleep or tosses about and yells.
And it wakes me up, even if she is in her own room down the hall. I don’t go to her room unless it goes on and on. And …