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Bittersweet Truths

He was born with big blue eyes, a head full of dark hair. He was screaming and wet when they first placed him on my chest and I knew innately, in those first few seconds, that my life would never be the same. And I fell madly in love and cried and stared into a…

What Not To Say…….Part 1*

When you are leaving a restroom after a side by side stall conversation with a coworker:“Hope everything comes out okay” or “Good Luck” or “I Win!”When you are handing your kindergarten students back over to their parents:“Hail Mary, Full of Grace, Lord Have Mercy.” or “ Thank God! It’s about time!” When your wife is…

What Teaching Kindergarten Has Taught Me

Little people have big opinions Unsupervised glitter is………it’s too ugly to describe. Just believe me when I say that it will make you weep with sorrow and leave you in craft table clean-up hell. Children hear what their parents talk about. Then they repeat it. At school. To anyone who will listen. I’m just saying………

Ooooooh! It Felt So Good!

My little sister and I had a date today.We try to do that every once in a while, just to catch up. I bore her with repeated details of my glamorous life as a mother of two, a wife, and a kindergarten teacher. She recounts dull facts about her new job as an assistant manager…

Yippee For Pee-Pee

There once was a boy named MonchichiWho didn’t care where he pee-peedHe wore Pull-ups all dayWould poop when he playedAnd his parents were getting all weepy His Mommy and Daddy would tryBut on the potty Monchichi would cryThey almost gave upThey had had enoughBut they wanted a bed that was dry So Daddy began againWas…

Evite Etiquette

I used to take my invitations very seriously.I bought pastel cardstock and matching envelopes.I wove patterned ribbons through holes in the top and carefully tied symmetrical bows.I knew my guests loved receiving my homemade party announcements and Iprided myself on my creativity and handiwork. That is, until I went back to work, and time became…

The D Word

Let me start off by saying that my thighs are still shaking. Ahhhh……got your attention now, don’t I? You are dirty! This is a wholesome blog that does not…..…..…screw it. My mind would go there too. But this is not that kind of post.This post is about something not as fun as that.This post is…