My jaw dropped when I read this story online.    I cannot imagine having another baby at 39 let alone 65 years old.  Yes, I am still in my 30’s for a few more weeks. (wipes tear)  I have already mourned the loss of my uterus.  I still have one, but it moved to a gated community in Florida.  I longed for another baby for years.  Then, almost overnight, the feeling was gone.  I am thankful for my three blessings.  I love holding my friend’s baby and it saddens me that I can’t remember my children being that little.  Yet, I still cannot imagine having another.  My children can dress…

I am not a bad person.  I said that to myself over and over as I pushed a shopping cart out of the grocery store yesterday.  I wanted to buy bread, instead I was criticized by a judgmental cashier.   This is the third time in a week that I have been asked to donate money at the checkout.   I applaud companies that partner with charities to raise money.  I hate having to defend myself for not wanting to pay $1, $2 or $3 to sign a piece of paper that will be taped to the supermarket wall.  I am starved for attention, but ‘making it’ does not mean…

I haven’t had time to blog the past week because I was on vacation.  To some people that would seem like a ridiculous excuse.  Vacations are supposed to be relaxing.  You go away to lounge by the pool or on the beach.  The most difficult thing you should have to do on vacation is lift a fork, drink a frosty beverage  or read a book, right? Well, that’s if you vacation without children.   I convince myself every year that this year will be different.  My children won’t fight at the happiest place on earth.  They will thank me daily for bringing them to a state without snow.  We will laugh…

I haven’t counted down to a birthday since I was a kid.  In fact, there have been years I didn’t even celebrate.   My birthday was basically wiped off the calendar eight years ago.  That’s because my middle child was born on the 24th of April.  My birthday is the 23rd.   I don’t mind.    What grown adult doesn’t want a Batman cake? Actually, contrary to popular belief,  I do not think I am that important.   This year is different.   I have less than thirty days left in my thirties.  I am going to be ff-, fff-, ffff-  I am not ready to say it.  Everyone keeps telling…

Apparently, this homework sheet was written in the 1950s.    The instructions were to have my child read the story aloud and talk about the events in the story.  Okay, let’s do that.  I get up 30 minutes before my first child has to be out the door.  In fact, I am annoyed if I wake up a minute before the alarm goes off.  I haven’t had eight hours of sleep in fifteen years.  I need every second I can get.    Apparently, Kit’s mom gets up an hour early to do P90X, shower and cook breakfast. She even made bacon and had time to clean up the grease? On…

“Mom, are you crying?” It’s a question my children ask once a month. I usually lie and tell them I am just tired. They aren’t ready to hear that the lining of mommy’s uterus is about to shed. They can relate to exhaustion. It’s extremely tiring having to fight with a sibling over everything. Last night the argument was over who got to point to a pigeon first. There is a series of books by Mo Williems about an elephant and pig. At the end of each book there is a pigeon hidden on the page.             Okay, so it’s not hidden very well. I’m…

I was banned from the pet store for a week, but it has been lifted.  Rejoice! The restriction was put in place after I was late for an appointment.  I got caught in traffic and arrived 12 minutes late.  We have technology that would make the Knight Rider wet his pants, but people still haven’t figured out what to do at intersections with stop signs.   Drivers become confused, drooling idiots.  It’s simple.  Stop and go.  If you got there first, you go first.     Anyway, I walked into the store and immediately  apologized for being tardy.   The cashier cut me off, “Nope, sorry.  We can’t take you.  …