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When your kid isn't a kid anymore...
Junior is graduating from high school. When I started this blog in 2008, Junior was still sleeping in a man-made cocoon called the Amby b...
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Junior’s going to be two this weekend. Two! I’ve made it far , man. (For those of you with teenagers, humor me, ok?) Junior's vocabulary... -
Every year, the company I work for puts together a Thanksgiving gift basket for an employee they deem deserving. Notice I said deserving and... -
I can’t remember if I blogged about my labor and delivery with Junior. Oh right, I did. I shared how, after 6,000 hours of Pitocin, 547 epid...
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If you want to run away you can come stay with me in my goat pen
Sigh, this is so, so true.
That looks about right... Sigh.
what has worked for me is that I make my weekdays really suck by piling up the laundry etc for the evenings so that when the weekend comes by, I don't do a damn thing! Of course, that's only 2 glorious days out of 7! :(
It's seriously always something... even firepower won't save us.
Spot on friend...spot on. I get about 5 miutes of blasting happy weekend music from my car as I speed away from work before the list starts mounting in my head. And then I walk in the door and the week is over but the weekend to-do list slaps me in the face and says " not so fast cheeky monkey!"
Best,
Tina
I have two words.....cleaning woman.
Too funny--and too true.
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