Hobo Mama or Don't Come Cryin' to Me

The days and nights of an overworked, overfed, underpaid, underslept mom who adores her kids even when they suck.

Tuesday, April 9, 2013

ipad: isad, imad, ibad, iglad

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This is a story about wanting someone to do the right thing, and not giving a crap if they do it for the right reason. My...
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Thursday, May 13, 2010

Me-Yow!

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(Georgia with Coconut; Flurry, Ferbie & Fergie, front to back) (Fergie & Furbie) Because my life is just not hectic enough, I decid...
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Surviving Mother's Day

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Happy belated Mother's Day to all you moms out there and to all of you who mother people you may or may not have given birth to. Mother...
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Thursday, February 18, 2010

Love is...Finding the "Fun" in Dysfunctional

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This week it was my turn to write for the Exponent blog. Here's my post. Growing up I used to think that most of my friends’ families we...
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Sunday, January 24, 2010

"Give Me the Hard Stuff!"

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Um, not to brag or anything, but I throw killer parties. Georgia turns 10 this week and since she's almost as big of a Harry Potter ner...
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Thursday, January 14, 2010

Bea Opens Up a Can of Old Testament

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Last night the family was trying to watch Idol and Bea dumped her popcorn, refused to clean it up and just, kept, screaming. I've been ...
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Friday, January 1, 2010

Hillbilly Hot Tub

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(Jeff, Dave, & Jim & a staggering work of engineering genius) My brother-in-law Jeff is a dream. He's smart. He's funny. He ...
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Heather
I stay home full time with my 4 kids but I am not a full-time mom. That would mean that being a mom was my job, my life, my raison d’etre. And it isn’t. Not that I have really exciting important stuff going on. But I like to keep my options open. So my job is to train my kids to do their own thing. I refuse to ever play Barbies or video games with them, because if I did it once, they’d expect it of me every day. And if I played with them all day, when would I chat with my friends? When would I mess with photoshop? When would I read TV Guide?
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