This post is just to be a fussbudget ( Read more... )

My day started out with my delightful annual ob/gyn exam.

Middle of it has been kids fighting. ie: "stop it" "no, YOU stop it" X1000.  Then Alex charging Abby a quarter for him to stop throwing a ball at the wall between their two rooms. Then him teasing Camille into a crying frenzy. Then me losing my mind and saying things with clenched teeth and ( Read more... )

Camille, opening her new Barbie: "Now she needs a man ( Read more... )

Here's some recent conversations with my 10 year old daughter for ya'lls enjoyment:

( You can see why some mothers eat their young (or take Xanax): )

Before I got married, my older brother, Scott, who hardly says more than two words to me most days told me, "Whatever you do, don't have kids [if you want to be happily married]." I don't know if he was joking. I'm sure he was, but there was an underlying tone of serious desperation that I have never forgotten.

Today, Camille and I got escorted out ( Read more... )