My kids are not normal. That’s a hard sentence to write. I realize that normal is subjective but when it…

I thought it would come easily. I spend all day, most days with my kids. I know what I imagined…

Sometimes I just don’t want to write. Because the words won’t come and I’m fighting so hard just to keep…

Some days I don’t want to let them in. When I awake to the shrieks and complaints before I’ve had…

The day did not start well. I was up late working and dealing with the two year old. Hubby left…

Mostly I think my life is ordinary and boring. I’ve wiped a lot of noses, changed hundreds of diapers, done…

I grow weary of being the linchpin, the load bearing wall and the rudder. Some of this is just part…

It can be so hard not to define ourselves by our weaknesses rather than our strengths. I have found this…

  We had a tough week with our kids. There was the usual arguing and fighting plus and extra dose…

    I like to follow directions. I don’t know if it’s the way I was raised or just a…