Pardon the photo quality. And the lack of food. Milk, ranch and some hamburger patties, what more could you ask for?

I didn’t grow up with nice things, and I normally don’t buy nice things now. In fact, nice things make me uncomfortable. I’m clumsy, so I might break them. And I’m frugal, so I usually think they cost too much. And, there’s the guilt associated with nice things. I mean, I don’t really need a new (insert item here). I can’t tell you how many times I’ve put an item in my shopping cart, only to backtrack my way across the store later to restock it. (And yes, I return it to its proper place, or I’d feel guilty about that, too.)

But let me tell you something. We got our new fridge today, and …

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The Plunge

My new coworkers. They rarely listen to me and they’re
always leaving a mess around the office.

Recently, I chose to leave a job that I loved, and begin one that I hope I’ll love even more–as a mom who doesn’t work full time outside the home (I haven’t found a better title).

Professionally, I was fulfilled, challenged and had accomplished an impressive amount of work in four years. Personally, though, I was a mess (not a hot mess, although I certainly wouldn’t mind being called hot now and again). I craved more time with my babies, and not just physical time, but the energy and brain capacity to actually be with them.

I was not ok with my 2.75 year old casually using phrases like “I’m too busy, I’m too tired,” and “I can’t, …

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