I apologize if this post title is misleading. This isn’t an article with great advice on how to grow award-winning tomatoes, or succulent strawberries. Rather, this is a plea for help.
You see, I do not have one iota of green in my thumbs. In fact, I’ve been known to inadvertently kill nearly every plant I come into contact with. (I have one houseplant I’ve kept alive for four years, but that is an extreme exception to the rule.) This year, I desperately want a garden, but I fear that my time and money will be wasted when all the plants either whither and die, or don’t come up in the first place.
I’m fortunate enough that my parents have let me borrow their already-tilled, fenced …
We’re off to make new friends,
but we’ll always keep the old.
You’re no longer silver,
now you all are gold.
My last day at the Girl Scouts and the girls’ last day at daycare was bittersweet. We’re grateful to have made such great memories, and although we’re sad at what we’re leaving behind, we’re ready for the next adventure.
I’ve committed to writing a post every day, which means I’ll need a little inspiration from time to time. My friend Dianne and I were just discussing the need for creative stimulus the other day, and she mentioned that she’d found a great way to get her juices flowing by receiving daily short phrases or words from instagr.am (an iPhone photo app). Below are a few of my favorites from her collection. (And for the record, this girl oozes creativity, so she doesn’t need much help. And yes, that’s actually her closet. I’m really only her friend so she’ll let me rummage through it someday.)
So, I’m looking for a little inspiration from you. Throw out some words, phrases or thoughts, and we’ll see what I can come up with. If only I could write as …
Someone asked me recently if I consider myself a “mommy blogger.” Hmm…I’m a mom. And I blog. So, technically, I suppose I am. But I’m also a lot of other things. I’m a wife, a sister, an aunt and a so-so friend (my poor pals have been pretty neglected these past few years). It’s not that I’m boring. I just don’t have time to be interesting.
As it turns out, not everyone is a fan of mommy bloggers. “All they do is talk about their kids’ bodily functions and tantrums and lack of sleep and blah, blah, blah…” I have to admit I was a bit intimidated to even start a blog for fear that “those” people wouldn’t think I was funny or clever.
But you know what? I really don’t care anymore. Writing is my outlet, my indulgence, …
It started innocently enough. “Mommy, mommy, mommy!,” Anna cried from her bedroom. My head had just hit the pillow, and I’d foolishly let myself think that I might get a decent night’s sleep. Wrong.
I heaved my legs over the edge of the bed, forced my feet to shuffle to the stairs, and trudged up each creaky stair to the second floor of our 1938 airplane bungalow. As I reached for her doorknob (she insists on sleeping with her door closed), I wondered what I’d find.
Had she wet the bed? Was she getting sick? Had she misplaced her beloved Jessie and Bullseye?
Nope. It was the beginning stages of what I’ve come to know as pure parenting hell…a night terror. I didn’t know what to call them until talking with a friend today whose daughter has the …