I’ll be honest: I love being needed. I know as moms we like to say, if I could just be alone and not be needed! Put me in a hotel room alone for days so I can sleep and eat and watch what I want without being interrupted! But it’s all a show. At least… Continue reading Being Needed vs. Needing
I don’t know about you, but I’ve been using the Marco Polo and Voxer apps an awful lot since we all became quarantined in March. It’s been the ultimate way to communicate to out of town friends and family as we all navigate this chaotic pandemic. I won’t lie; it can be a little overwhelming… Continue reading When Anxiety Won’t Leave
Two nights ago, I snuggled in bed with my son, Gavin. His sixth birthday is today. This isn’t really consequential. However, every time one of my kids has a birthday, my mama heart has to prepare itself in the days leading up to the actual birthday. Sometimes this means going through all our old photos.… Continue reading When I Grow Up, I Want To Be Like My Six-Year Old
This is a post I started years ago when my kids were really small. I never got around to posting it because, well, I had kids that were really small! My daughter was six years old at the time, and my son was three. I hardly had time to eat and shower, let alone work… Continue reading Christmas Thoughts From Heidi, Age 3
A nasty cold had crept into our house, and Gavin fell victim. He always does. One of the worst parts of parenting has to be when sickness goes through the house. There’s just no great combination, at least not compared to when you were a kid. As a kid, you got to stay home. As… Continue reading Midnight Musings of My Sick Kid
The other night, I spent some much-needed quality time with my mom. We did some shopping and then settled into a local restaurant, a glass of wine in my hand, a martini in hers, and a big, steaming dish of spinach artichoke dip between us. We started chatting. She made a comment about my little… Continue reading They Won’t Remember
When I was in high school, I got my two front teeth punched right out of my face. Ok, that’s not true. But for a few days, I looked like it. I walked around with a huge chunk chipped right out of my two front teeth. As a senior in high school, it was not… Continue reading The time I got my teeth knocked out
I always hated cramming for tests in high school and college. I knew there was probably a better way, but I never managed to get myself to do it. So every time exams or projects came back around, I found myself scrambling, yet again. The stress would start to weasel its way in the week… Continue reading How Cramming For Exams Prepared Me For Motherhood: Christmas Edition
If you had told me at 8 a.m. that morning, when I was crying my eyes out, that it was going to be a great day, I would have said you were crazy. That morning, I woke up to the flash and boom of thunder and lightning just before 6 a.m. I turned off my… Continue reading The worst (and best) day ever
It happened again for the third year in a row. On the first day of school, I watched my kid get on the bus, and I cried as it pulled away. Kindergarten was one thing. I get crying when my oldest started school for the first time. I was heartbroken. My little buddy was now… Continue reading Back to School Blues
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