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This morning, I’m thankful for vanilla creamer in my coffee, wood floors, and Roomba. Oh, and bacon! Bacon makes everything better. I should be getting ready for Mass, but I can’t control Diva on my own (she has regressed to when she was 3), and Hubs didn’t sleep at all last night – both of […]
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The ugly cry. Women all know exactly what that is. It’s when you are really moved by a moment or event that you lose all control over your ability to control your facial expression or stop the tears from falling.  Think of it like walking into a hurricane-force wind, or driving a speedboat at 70 […]
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I say plenty . . . About my crazy daughter, and my perpetually injured son. I say plenty about the level of crazy I seem to always wind up in. What I don’t say is how absolutely insane I am about my kids, and how daily, I do find at least a few shreds of […]
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We all know about first world problems. I want to spend a moment talking about one in particular that has become quite bothersome for me; The third row problem. I live in Plano. Yes, Plano and Addison were most likely the first two cities in the DFW metroplex whose police vehicles were suburbans. That makes […]
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Seriously, I love my friends. Absolutely. Where would I be? Tonight, I would be on the brink of a full blown nervous breakdown.  Wait. Let me back up. Today has sucked on the most epic level yet! I always say that, and you never believe me . . . but today was seriously the worst […]
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Southern. Hot. Mess. I say! Somebihyaaatch. My life has just completely taken this phrase to a new level.  I’m an emotional badass, I’ve decided. I’d have to be to get through the ridiculous living nightmare that has been my life the last 13 months! Again, mess is not sufficient. The level of batshit crazy I’ve […]
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That look – you know the one. It was the second time in half an hour I’d gotten that look – you know the one – that “Oh my God, do something with that brat” look. The look of total disapproval. Fellow parents in Willow Bend were more accepting, and less judging, and always said […]
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Snapshots capture those moments that fill life before they become memories. As a mom, you either can’t snap it fast enough, or you are waist deep in the thick of it to even grab your smartphone. If you’re like me, you blow through your memory stick in a month. Sometimes, you grab a snapshot, just […]
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