Cotillion, Cold Meds & a Goat

Riding to school with three of our four children was always eventful and this particular morning was no different. Our teenage daughter was explaining her difficulties with waking up due to the large doses of cold medicine she received from her father the night before. “You know your father should not dish out the cold…

Who Am I?

I had just climbed bleachers to watch my daughter’s volleyball practice when I experienced an identity crisis. As crises go it was mild, but as far as questioning the purpose of one’s existence it was intense. First of all, if you’re a mom and your kids plays sports or participate in any other extra-curricular activities,…

Cookies and Razors Do Not Mix

That particular morning started like most others. There was the battle to get both kids out of bed. The debate over what the question, "Are you up?" means. In all actuality, that morning was probably better than most. No fighting. Kids were somewhat helpful to each other. We had good lunch snacks in the pantry.…