cleaning /= construction

Somewhere in my husband’s brain, the code for cleaning has been overwritten by the code for home repair and renovation projects. Can someone please patch it with a holiday loophole to correct this program on major holidays?

thank you, villagers

I joke about my disinterest in sports, but I really do feel bad that neither the husband nor I can help the youngest child with his basketball skills. Today, not one, but two different adults in two different locations witnessed his basketball play and stepped up to gently teach him. You both made my mascara […]

Nablopomo update

Daily posting is impossible. Some days I have time to write several posts, but there are days where my online activity is limited to looking at my cell phone while sitting in the car waiting for a child to finish their after school activity. Unless it moves to summer, this will be my last year […]

Hell is other drivers

I like driving. I don’t like other drivers. It’s the main reason I disagree with the girl teen’s insistence that I be the person who gives her driving lessons. “Don’t trust any other driver on the road. They’re likely to do anything at any time.” I don’t want her to have my hangups with driving. […]

Ingredients for happiness

1. Sing out loud I have a voice made for silent movies, but I sing when I’m driving. I’m quieter when the children are in the car, but I still sing. I don’t stop singing at red lights. It makes no difference to me what I look like to other drivers. If I’m singing, I’m […]

annual Thanksgiving prep convo

He: “I have one day available before Thanksgiving company arrives. What would you like me to focus on getting done?” She: “The bathroom and kitchen need scrubbing. I’d like a driver for the grocery shopping so I don’t have to deal with the chaos of the grocery store parking lot.” He: “I was thinking of […]

white food

“What do you want for Thanksgiving dinner?” “Macaroni and cheese, deviled eggs and rolls.” “Is that all?” “Whipped cream.”

TV ramblings

While I hope everyone involved in the dumpster fire that is Inhumans is sitting on a time-out bench, thinking about what they did, I am loving The Gifted. The world they’re building and the characters inhabiting it are deliciously absent the sad trope of good and evil. Still, there are some directions they seem to […]