New New Years Resolutions 

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Every year I make lofty New Year’s Resolutions. Typically they involve losing weight, being organized, and/ or winning the lottery, and every year I fail miserably at reaching them. This year I decided to set more attainable goals. I’m excited to finally be able to find success as I meet each and every one of these: Continue reading


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I recently had a conversation with my four year old about having a “filter”. Basically, four year olds don’t have one. At all. But they are kind of starting to develop one. A little.

Little Man and I were in his bed reading a book at bedtime and this is how our conversation went:

Him: Mom? I have to tell you something but I’m going to whisper it.

{whispers} Your breath smells pretty bad.

Me: Sorry, I haven’t brushed my teeth yet.

Him: {no longer whispering} I mean, it actually smells really bad. It’s terrible. It smells like cheese. But not, like, rotten cheese. Just like regular cheese. And, I mean, I like regular cheese? Just not from your breath.

Me: I’m sorry my breath smells like cheese. Why did you whisper that to me?

Him: Because I didn’t want you to feel bad that your breath smells like cheese.

Me: Well then why did you tell me at all? You don’t have to tell people things that you think might hurt their feelings.

Him: But I’m not supposed to lie!

Me: It’s not lying if you just don’t say it at all.

Him: It’s lying if I say it smells like something good like cookies? But that’s a lie because it actually smells like cheese?

Me. Yes, that would be lying. But not saying anything is not lying if you are trying not to hurt the other person’s feelings.

I could almost see the wheels turning in his little blond head.


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All Hail King

This is King.

We adopted him from the Humane Society a few months ago after our previous cat met an unfortunate demise.

We loved King right away because of his personality and his affectionate nature.

It’s ironic, then, that the playful  personality that led us to choose him over  dozens of other cats is now turning out to make him a huge pain in the ass.

Here are just a few of the ways he is slowly driving me insane: Continue reading

Be Afraid

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Last night my four year old had a nightmare. He came into my room crying and I walked him back to his room and let him tell me about it. It had something to do with being chased by a giant cat, but NO! NOT a tiger!- how dare I ask that- it was a house cat, just big. HUGE. We snuggled and I changed the subject and before I knew it, he was fast asleep again.

In the morning I asked if he remembered having a scary dream. He didn’t. Then he said “You’re lucky that you don’t get scared, mom.” Yep. Wait, what? I don’t get scared? Oh, my dear, sweet boy, I get scared. In fact, I think I live 98% of my life in a perpetual state of fear. There are the obvious fearful worries that go along with being a mother. Am I doing a good job? Are my children healthy? Are they safe? Am I raising them to be decent little humans and not assholes?

And then there are these other times that inevitably induce fear; in me, and I would venture, all mamas out there:

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Me vs. Big Box Toy Store: Part Deux

In case you missed Part One to the story of how I attempted to call to task a large chain toy store for their  shoddy non existent packaging, click HERE

The next day I attempted on two separate occasions to again call the customer service line, but was put on hold for a total of 60 minutes before I gave up. I went onto Facebook and saw that they have a page, so I posted a comment on that, and they promptly responded:

“Hi Jennifer – thanks for reaching out. Please accept out apology that the item arrived in this way. Please send us a private message with your order number, so that we may forward this to the appropriate department for review.”  It was very nice of them to respond, so I sent a message like they asked.

I didn’t hear anything for a couple days, and frankly, I forgot all about it until someone asked me, so I sent another message asking when I could expect to hear back, but truly, I just wanted the apology that they had already given.  Continue reading

Special Delivery

‘Tis the season for receiving packages on the front steps when I get home from work. Since I do 99% of my holiday shopping online, that is a lot of packages.

Today I came home to this sitting on the front porch:


Well, actually, my 11 year old son came home to this “package” sitting on the front porch. Naturally, he thought it was for him. Ironically, it wasn’t. It was actually a gift my husband bought for our nephew. But that is not the point. It very well could have been for our son. The surprise would have been ruined. Surely someone at a toy store that rhymes with “Boys Car Bus” has a vague understanding that December purchases may be for gifts? Continue reading