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Forgiven

Forgiven

Today my 7 1/2 year old love fairy, Phoebe, received the Sacrament of Reconciliation for the first time. Yep, we’re Catholic. Or at least I am. And our kids are being raised Catholic. With my husband’s blessing of course.  What I’ve come to realize over my lifetime is that a lot of people find this confessional thing kinda weird. The most common thing I hear is – “Why do you need to tell a priest your sins? Why not just talk to God on your own?” And honestly, I kinda get it. It is kinda weird. Walking into a small box of a confessional...
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Monday Morning Moment

Monday mornings. Do we really need ’em? Grumpy kids, cranky mama, rushing around realizing we’re out of bread right before I start making the lunches, damn dog pissed on the rug again (and why again did we decide to rescue that dog?), lost shoes, dirty uniforms, girls screaming while we try and brush through their eternally tangled hair, clock ticking, rifling through backpacks filled with last week’s schoolwork and then…. ….I see this in Phoebe’s stack of school papers. And in the middle of it all, I am filled with that awesome...
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A Conversation that Aged Me – Lite

Last night when The Love Fairy was the only one in the tub, she sat back down after I soaped her up and she slipped back slightly and gently bumped her head on the side.  After the little head bump, our conversation went a little something like this: Love Fairy:  “Our bathtub is not as hard as yours is upstairs, mama , so I won’t die when I bump my head on this bathtub, right?” Me: “Of course you won’t die honey, not from bumping your head like that!” Then I remembered that my dude and I are always telling the kids not to stand...
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Quote of the Morning

As my dude and I stood in the kitchen this morning cramming our breakfast down our throats while packing CR’s lunch, brewing the perfect cappuccino, sweeping up the third bowl of Cheerios El Destructo dumped on the floor, emptying the dishwasher, making The Love Fairy’s breakfast, filling the dogs’ water bowl, feeding that damn goldfish CR won too many months ago at her school festival, trying to get the lil’ dude to stop screaming for the Doritos bag for breakfast, and of course, checking my all-important email, The Love Fairy stomps in and says...
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Her appetite for gifts is insatiable

On Friday night, December 26th, as I was tucking The Love Fairy into bed, I leaned in close, rubbed her nose with mine and gently kissed her gorgeous face.   As I said good night and was about to get up to leave, she said, “Mama?” “Yes, honey.” “I know we just had this Christmas but how many days are left before the next Christmas?” With wrapping paper and Santa gifts scattered all over the house, lightning-fast thoughts of “holy shit – she has got to be kidding me” ran through my thoroughly exhausted brain....
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ALERT! Supermom spotted getting her ASS

Oh yeah, leave it to the mommy universe to shrink me way back down to size after my glorious Friday.   Today I feel like I’m been knocked down in the WWF ring of mommydom and I’m struggling to get back on my feet as the ref counts to 10.   Not sure how it all happened exactly but it started with The Love Fairy getting simply hammered by a full-speed trip and face slam on the playground during CR’s Saturday morning soccer game.   I didn’t see it but another mom said she missed a step on her way up the playset stairs and her mouth took the brunt...