Apparently Scrabble Junior has different rules that say I cannot obliterate my sweet and pure and tiny opponent with this kickass 97-point word I've got in my hand. There goes my Christmas spirit.
Category: self care
I don’t really feel attacked
I'm the first to admit I get snippy over a lot of stuff. But, I've never understood it when people get their noses out of joint over the way in which people share their seasonal well wishes. Say Merry Christmas if you want to. It's a free country. Eh, for most of us. But you … Continue reading I don’t really feel attacked
Survival Tip Number One
My coleus plant is dying. Everything is cold and wet. My porch is the saddest place in America. I'm starting to understand why people used to put oranges in each other's Christmas stockings -- a reminder that somewhere there is a sun and it is actually functioning. But there is a ray of hope. Sorry … Continue reading Survival Tip Number One
On my way to enjoying saying “No.”
First: An unrelated anecdote. Every day after school I have to remind the big kid to stop pretend-battling his imaginary Pokémon and start doing his reading. Today: the little kid declared, "When I'm in Kindergarten and first and second and third grade, I'm going to do my reading right away. You will only have to … Continue reading On my way to enjoying saying “No.”
It’s beginning to look a lot like B.F.D.
I'm just going to start with the recipe at the top so WordPress doesn't tease my blog with a triggering photo of my creepy basement. I think the last post's teaser photo was enough to make everyone bite down on their pillows and scream. Sorry about that. To make up for that, here's a picture … Continue reading It’s beginning to look a lot like B.F.D.
My weird family
On Monday I believe I promised to report back today with a full list of things I noticed about my children in the first half of the week. Since we had a total of nothing to do last night and Monday night, I'm happy to tell you I did not fill the time with extra … Continue reading My weird family
Self Care is a WIP
Today I cancelled an already- rescheduled pedicure because I had too much work to do. I think it's been two years since I had one. I know that if I went ahead and did the pedicure, I would feel better. My feet and legs would feel and look good. It's definitely a good idea. But … Continue reading Self Care is a WIP
I don’t make promises I can’t keep
Because the universe has s hilarious sense of humor, I was forced to sign this health pledge for my son's school. Let me just say I love his school. I love his teachers. We adore his physical education teacher and counselors and principal and whoever else might be responsible for this. I don't even have … Continue reading I don’t make promises I can’t keep
Jenn Is Uncomfortable With This 