I am the oldest of three children and the only girl. Growing up, I never had to share a room, makeup, clothes, friends or deal with clashing hormones. Now, I live in a house where I am the oldest of three females. My daughters borrow clothes, invade my personal space, try on my makeup, and … Continue Reading →
I am the queen of good intentions and poor time management. I am also the queen of taking on too many projects. So when my mom asked if she could come visit us this week, I said, “Sure. We have nothing going on.” Apparently “nothing going on” was code for “come witness me trying to … Continue Reading →
I was never an athlete growing up and shied away from most physical activities. I didn’t think I was coordinated or strong enough. I doubted my mental ability to stay focused and work through physical discomfort. But now, at almost 40, I have made peace with my doubts and fears. I’ve learned to love my … Continue Reading →
You can’t really call it “baby weight” when your baby is nine years old, but in my mind, that is what I kept telling myself. I justified every extra helping, every late afternoon latte or doughnut, every salt bagel smeared in raspberry cream cheese and every bag of salt and vinegar chips washed down with … Continue Reading →
When my kids were younger, I hated lugging around giant diaper bags, especially if we were going out somewhere remotely nice and I wanted to look a little more presentable than jogging pants and tennis shoes. But they sure did come in handy when transporting all of the necessary accoutrements. In fact, I used to … Continue Reading →
It drives me crazy to reach for a box of cereal only to realize there is less than a bowl left. I know there’s a good chance too that the box has been left in this condition for days, because no one wants to eat just half a bowl of cereal. A few years ago, … Continue Reading →
I recently started taking care of a six-month-old baby a couple times a week. I felt a little out of practice since my youngest will be turning 10 soon. We haven’t had to deal with bottles, baby toys, pacifiers, bibs or tiny socks in years. My house is less than baby proof or even baby-friendly, … Continue Reading →
Meal planning has been a part of my weekly routine for years. It started out as a necessity when I was in my early twenties. I lived paycheck to paycheck, utilizing an envelope system of budgeting. My “grocery” envelope was continually depleted because I would go to the grocery store dazed, confused and hungry. It … Continue Reading →