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I’m not a “wonderful,” “great,” or otherwise super-fantastic mother and wife.   I don’t think – even after seven married and five parenting years – I have the faintest clue what I am doing.  I believe I yell at my kids too much.  I really don’t like Dr. Seuss.  I have at times dreamed of running away to join the circus.  The one thing I do know is that, if there was an award for loving your family, I’d win that one hands down.  They aren’t called the Son and Moon and Star for nothing.

This blog started out with me sharing a few stories about what we do here all day.  I suspect it will go through quite a few mood swings over time.  Kind of like me.

I am a Neat Freak and a Compulsive Organizer with two preschool kids.  See my first post and you’ll know that balancing my old anal-retentive habits with the need to let my children be regular old kids is, shall we say, a constant challenge.

You’ll be hearing plenty here about my issues, no doubt.

In between some Martha Stewartesque episodes of craft time, general family fun and happy stories – which we do have here on occasion, you know – you might be hearing all sorts of serious shit too.   I suggest you run now.

Lather, Rinse, Repeat.  This is my life.  What’s dirty gets clean… then gets dirty again… then gets cleaned… you get the picture.  I have one husband, two children, two plants, and a truckload of laundry. And that’s about all I can keep clean.

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