And I'm forging a career still.
When they are acting up, they have a hard time paying attention - in class, to the rules, to their own safety.
When I did cat-cow, it had no rhythm, no coordination. Happy birthday, I thought to myself. It's our most powerful weapon against isolation, frustration, depression, social meltdown.
Just as often, I'm meltingly happy, eternally grateful for all God has given me.
I've been having a grand time blogging TV and food on two other blogs. We offered them as lovingly hand-knitted gifts, products of a thousand yards of experience and personality and creativity and meaning.
I want to post lots of new recipes and photos of lots of old ones. It was a beautiful barn, and I loved it.
I did, and I was faced with my last hill. This is the best, though, the best I've ever taken.
They wanted me to care more about their spreadsheets than my baby's health.
We started letting bad words creep back into our dialogue.
I'm eager to step up my involvement in both the network and as the provider for my family.
It's not the children that have a problem paying attention. I love seeing myself through others' eyes and thinking how amazing it is to be able to write, think, react, and engage with you wonderful people who read these pages. , as promised, Jason signed onto IM, and I started hitting my send-receive and refresh buttons every few minutes. Jonathan's language is worse when he's around his brothers, or some of his friends. Soon after I left that job, I started making demands of bosses.
But then there are times like this, when I calm down and read other things that inspire me and have so, so much space in my head to just think.
I threaten punishment, he does whatever it is I've said will garner punishment, I'm forced to follow through.
He'd have to switch to the National Guard. This was usually when he had been drinking and I was cranky at him anyway. Then I got a passion for management, I got my MBA and started working for startups of various flavors.
Tacit approval of your parenting style in a world-leading print publication by the country's leading expert in the field - not a bad day's work if you ask me.
He'd slog through toxic water. A little north of age two, Everett started using words that sounded suspiciously like swearwords. Everett would eat sausage, or pancakes, and it was always worth it. The second reference didn't mention me by name, nor did it appear widely across the nation. I felt like a caricature of a mad mommy. That is the question.
Find a job for its profit potential, not its idealism. When Jonathan and I first discovered I was pregnant, we started talking about how we were going to need to cut down on our swearing. Jonathan's buddy Private Miller was called up, and so he called her corporal and asked if he could volunteer. Linda Hirshman believes that feminism has, essentially, failed.
My expenses are very low.
" and he solemnly, yet brightly, answered, "OK! I wanted to work flexible hours, at least part time from home. So will I work to stop anyway, or just accept my fate as the mom of potty-mouthed boys?