When we first moved into our house 7 years ago we didn’t have a dishwasher. Not only that, we have an old drainboard sink that is only 6 inches in depth. This has led to a lot of chipped dishes. In the beginning it wasn’t a big deal; it was just my husband and myself. Then… Continue reading Dirty Dishes and Stinky Sponges
Dear Mr. Ice Cream Man. Why must you park your truck with all its precious goodies; popsicles, frozen lemonade, novelties shaped like Spiderman, RIGHT in front of the T-ball field in the MIDDLE of their game? It makes no sense. Of all the fields to park in front of you chose the field with 4… Continue reading A Letter To The Ice Cream Man:
My oldest son is 6. He’s never shown interest in playing any organized sports. We play soccer in the backyard. We move my dining room table and play hockey, but he’s never really shown a true interest. My other two on the other hand have. So I signed Deacon up for T-ball. This is painful… Continue reading To The Field We Go
