If that was Mother’s Day, you can keep it

  It seemed fitting that I resurrect the blog (neglected for several months now) on Mother’s Day. I had high hopes. I would catch readers up on the kiddos turning six and 12 (yikes!), me making a job switch, Hubby’s new employment, and hopefully without much drama or swearing. Heck, there might even be glimmers [...]

2013 just sounds weird

I’m sorry, but it does. Way too futuristic for my liking. And when I think that kids born in 2000 will turn into teenagers this year, well, that just makes it weirder. At the age of 45 and a half, I still feel like I’m 16 a lot of the time (and about 12 when [...]

Twas the night before Munchkin’s birthday

Twas the night before Munchkin’s birthday And all over the house Not a creature was stirring Except for me, who was screaming, “****!!!!!” I had committed the ultimate motherly sin and forgotten to buy my own son a birthday present. Screeeeeccccch! That’s the sound of the rewind button. Because I really have to explain myself. [...]

Time to mourn, and to hug your kids

I was going to complain, to wax lyrical about the PC-ness of American Christmas. I was going to try and get a few laughs by titling it ‘The ‘C’ word’, ‘C’ standing for Christmas, the word everybody in America appears scared to utter, lest they offend someone. But gosh, how can I? At least I [...]

In sickness and in… bye, I’m outta here

The blog knew. I swear it did. The minute I decided to resurrect it, whatever higher power, force, blogosphere God there is (Blod, perhaps?) looking down on all things blog-like decided that things should take a godawful turn in this house, and thus justify the existence of Home Is A Four Letter Word. Hubby has [...]