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Hey Mommy? Oh, nevermind.....

{Scene: me in bed, presumably still asleep, this morning, 6 a.m.}

Second son: {knocks, comes in} Hey.... Mommy? Mommy? Mommy? Mommy?...... Mommy??

Me: mmmohhgjfjdummmm...huh?

Second son: Mommy? Mommy? Hey, uh, Mommy? Mommy? you're awake, right? Mommy?

Me:  uuugghhhhh?!

Second Son: oh, nevermind...... {exits}

Me : gah! {now awake, no turning back, I get up to start coffee}

Merit Badges for Parents

This might not be the most coherent post I have ever written.

I am up at 3:30 am, on a Saturday.

"Why?", you may ask.

Not because I am up to some wicked fun cool stuff..... nope.

Parenting stuff.

The best parenting stuff always seems to happen after 1am, you ever notice that?

This was an epic battle with the teenager's nosebleed. He is fine, me.... I'm ok now, but when the 2 little dudes get up in 3 hours.... well probably not so much. Start the coffee IV, stat!

It's Alright

How do y'all feel about a once a week on Saturday post?

I sit here, it's 7:43 am on Tuesday. By my alarm I am 13 minutes late to my bi-weekly blog post writing. {Yes, I actually have an alarm set on my phone.... otherwise it's too easy to get lost in the ether.....}

I am late and feeling guilty.

Put Your Hands up and Back Away from the Stuff, Lady

Today I am going with my mother to help my grandmother tackle her closets.

I have mentioned before, I actually love cleaning and organizing!

{maybe I shouldn't say cleaning, because I do not mean I like scrubbing floors and such! I mean cleaning up stuff/clutter and taming it.}

I am so excited, it will be a nice afternoon with 3 generations of ladies, and I am also glad to be able to help with something.

Let's hope Gramma feels the same.

Don't Stay Home

This week has been our family vacation week. My Mr. took the whole week off work so we could do...... something.

Finances are ridiculous as usual,

so no beach trip to Rehoboth....

Rehoboth Beach Deleware

{how I wish, how I wish we were here.... I think this is from 2009...}

no trip to the zoo, or Dutch Wonderland, or State College......

Summertime, livin's easy {er}

Today makes 3 weeks that the boys have been done with school for the summer, and we have been doing a great job doing a whole lot of not much 

They are allowed to watch TV first thing in the morning during summer break.

tv zombies

{which, by default, means I get to linger in peace  with my beloved coffee. Ahhhhh!}

The teenager got his learner's permit!

So What?

I am all for letting my kids be their own people, especially when it comes to how they dress.

My philosophy is as long as they are good, polite, nice people who do what they need to be doing, who cares if they want long hair, blue hair, no hair, nail polish, stripes and polka dots together, PJs at the grocery store, super hero costume at church- whatever.

I Hate Homeschooling

But I do it anyway.

Here's why..... {back-story- it started here}

I swore for years I would never homeschool, I made a whole lot of noise about how no way no how was I going to "be stuck" with my kids being homeschooled.

I'm pretty sure I knew {with my Mom Super Powers} that Elijah was just not going to make it in a public/charter school.

Work from Home...Far From Home!

I am a full time stay at home Mom, homeschool teacher Monday- Friday, and in my spare time I am a full time small business owner/crafter/handmade artist/entrepreneur/blogger/social media do-er.

Ok, you got me. I really don't have spare time.

{sorry, the 5 year old just stopped in to ask me have I seen his "diamond". I have not}

Parcel of Grief

"My name is Arrow, and I am a boy with long hair!", he said as I struggled out of the backseat of my orange Subaru wagon with my baby boy. "I know" I smiled, "I have known you since you were born, since you were tinier than my baby boy".{Have you ever noticed how utterly unimpressed children are when you share this bit of information about them?}He was not impressed with this bit of information."My name is Arrow, and I am a boy with long hair!", he said as I struggled out of the backseat of my orange Subaru wagon with my baby boy.