As a kindergarten mother, I am so happy to see my Little back in school. Summer was great, there was a good bit of rest to be had, and, boy, was it had, but… I’ve gained back a huge sense of mommy purpose.
Don't worry. CFVD is not as bad as it sounds.
By the time you read this, you most likely will have taken in your first annual dose of the phenomenon that is College Football.
How much “stuff” is enough? All families struggle with this simple, yet profound question. In America today, there are always bigger homes, faster cars, and more powerful gadgets to exhaust a budget of any size. But how much should we have? Does there ever come a point in our accumulation of assets, toys, experiences, and bank accounts that we ever say, “I have enough”?
Quick note: Before we get started, thank you for all the positive feedback on last month’s article regarding the importance of turn lanes being included on major highways. Discrimination in any form is bad and will not be tolerated, including bias toward turn lanes. #savetheturnlanes
With the summer in full effect, I’ve started to get antsy. I’m a working mom, and while my schedule is the same as it always is, my now out-of-school son’s structure has dwindled. And by dwindled, I mean there is no structure.
So, the camping birthday party happened... and it was fabulous in the most boyish, "manly" way possible. Now that I’ve fully recovered, I’ve got some tips to share with you – five ways to have an amazing, camp-themed birthday party.
Welcome to summer! We've skipped spring and entered directly into humidity heaven. Let the sweat commence!
I typically use this space of beautiful, contextual prose to try and enlighten lives in our community, or to make fun of myself, as a reminder that we are all humorously flawed individuals.
But not today. Today, you get a mild rant… fueled by ongoing frustration. And I bet you can guess what it concerns before you proceed.
I sometimes wonder if my column comes across as a “know-it-all parent who is just trying to make everybody else look bad.” If it ever has, please accept my apology. Believe me… that is not the intent. Even though I cover a diversified assortment of local and national topics, it is my parenting submissions that I probably question the most.
The reason is quite simple: I am not a perfect parent. And to be frank, I do not believe in their existence.
When I began writing this column almost five years ago, I was pretty much under the impression that by the time I was three or four years in, I would basically be a parenting expert.
Growing up, I despised losing. I was a competitive swimmer for nearly 13 years, and thank goodness I broke records, or I would have had a fit. Or two. Or three. On the occasions I received a medal other than gold, I would practice even harder, extending my five-day-a-week practices by swimming additional laps and sprints while at the local swimming pool with friends.