Cars, Chores, and Concussions

Being in a house with three boys is…we’ll say…challenging. Don’t get me wrong. I love all of the men in my life and I am very grateful to have them. They all love me and are very supportive.  I wouldn’t change it for the world. But here’s the thing. Boys like cars. Boys hate chores. And boys…well…boys are the ones who usually end up with concussions.

My oldest son has had his license for 5 months. His Grandfather gave him a Jeep when he first got his license. Four hours after it was fixed up and ready to go…he totaled it. That’s right – FOUR HOURS. I think that’s some type of record, but I can’t be sure. At first we thought we would not let him drive until he could save up money for a new vehicle. But as any parent of a 17 year old knows…I really needed him to be driving. Having another driver in the house is like Christmas every day! So, we let him use my winter driver. He only slightly wrecked it once over the past five months so that’s…something. Now he has bought himself another Jeep. I’m thinking, this is great, I get my winter driver back just in time for snow. All is well. So he, my husband, and the little one spent hours in the garage fixing it up. Seriously, hours. So many hours I forgot I had a husband and two sons for two days. Now the head gasket is blown. This means more hours in the garage. I should be happy right!? A weekend to myself. Or more like a weekend to do everyone’s chores because…

…Boys do not like chores. I actually don’t think anyone likes chores, but boys REALLY don’t like chores. Chores at our house is what I like to believe would be similar to an interrogation. Did you clean the kitchen? Are you sure? What time did you clean the kitchen? Was it before dinner because there sure are a lot of dishes still in the sink? Do you know that the counters are part of the kitchen? Do you know that the floor is part of the kitchen? Do you know that the table is part of the kitchen? Are you aware that the kitchen is in fact one entire room that requires cleaning? How about your bedroom? Oh, you cleaned your bedroom? What is all of that mess in the corner there? Well, when will you be ready to go through that corner? Is the open bag of potato chips another thing you need to “go through” to make sure you aren’t throwing away something of value? And it goes on and on and on until I finally get so frustrated that I just finish the chore myself. My apologies to my boys’ futures wives. Good thing I’m feeling up to chores this week because…

…I ended up with a concussion. Every day I watch my boys do daring things on their bikes, skateboards, and, well, anything they can get their hands on that makes for a good “war” story in their minds. They come home with cuts and bruises. I’ve been to the emergency room many times for stiches. How lucky I’ve been that they have never gotten a concussion. I, on the other hand, am not daring. I don’t ride a bicycle nor a skateboard, never have. I am very careful and mindful of stairs, ice, and obstacles on the ground. You know, safe and cautious. So imagine my surprise when stomach flu is the culprit that took me down for two weeks. Who knew fainting whilst throwing up was a thing!? So yeah, fainted, apparently hit my head, ended up with a concussion. I guess this takes me one step closer to being one of the boys. Complete with my own, weird, “war” story. All I need to do now is develop an obsessive love of fixing cars and a dire hatred of chores.

Until Next Time



The Sock Monster

Socks.  That is what I dedicated my morning to…socks.  As you know, I have three kids and a husband.  You may live this or you can simply imagine how much laundry a family of five manifests.  I am certain it multiplies every day.  My daughter doesn’t even live here and I find her clothing in the laundry, every week.  How?  I dunno.  But I digress.  So I’m looking for baskets.  We have five nice, plastic, sturdy laundry baskets.  It dawns on me that for the past nine months, I have been going to the dollar store, about every three weeks, buying the cheap mesh laundry baskets that obviously cannot stand up to our laundry needs. Pure laziness I suppose.  Or, perhaps I have embarked on this task before. Either way, I, in my blissful ignorance this morning, decide today is the day to stop the madness and save $10 every three weeks.  So this is it, right!?  I am on a mission.

First basket…full of every single piece of mail acquired over the past year.  Nope; not going there today.  Second basket…in my daughters room full of God only knows what and I am NOT about to find out today.  Third basket…socks.  Fourth basket…socks.  Fifth basket…socks. SOCKS!  Now, remember, I figured out that I have been buying the mesh baskets for about nine months now.  That is NINE months worth of paperwork; NINE months worth of I don’t even know what; and finally, NINE MONTHS OF SOCKS! Holy cow, how did this get so out of hand?

So I’m doing mental inventory.  Has anyone been complaining about not having socks?  I know I haven’t been but then again, it’s summer so of course I haven’t been complaining but the boys must be and maybe I just tuned it out.  But fall is coming fast so I must get this under control – today! Enter the sock monster.

I begin sorting of the socks at approximately 9:15am.  Being the intelligent woman that I am, I come up with a most genius plan of action.  It should take me approximately one hour and then I can move on to something else. First, I will sort the colored socks.  20 minutes later, my daughter and myself have many wonderful, colorful pairs of socks.  Success.  Then I move on to black.  This will be so easy I’m sure…I am cooking right along.  45 minutes later my back hurts and good grief my husband has a lot of socks.  But my oldest…why are there only one of each pair of socks in this pile?  The pile, by the way, takes up the entirety of our King size bed.  I am baffled…where could they possibly be?  Hell, they clearly have not been missed in nine months; some of them are brand new! Of course, as any good investigative mom would know, most of them were in his sock drawer.  Some, however, were simply MIA.  After searching under things and in things and honestly putting way too much effort in to this, I give up on black.  It’s 11:15am.

As I change the playlist on my phone, I turn and look at the bed.  Really? I have literally accomplished nothing.  My first thought is to go to the store and buy everyone new socks.  But then the “gotta save money” side of my brain says, “No, you can do this”.  By 12:15pm my oldest son has over 50 pairs of socks.  My husband, about the same.  My youngest, about 35 pairs.  My daughter and I, probably 20 pair each.  The bed… still full of damn socks. Hundreds of orphaned pairs of socks.  I’m sitting there, on the bed, bitching to myself about the sock monster.  Yet, I’ve become so dedicated to this project that I cannot bring myself to stop attempting to find the mates.  It’s late; my body hurts; I’m hungry; I need to leave in 20 minutes; I have wasted my whole damn morning on socks.

Another genius plan enters my mind.  I will put them all back in one of the baskets because surely, the mates will show up.  This frees up two full baskets and therefore, SUCCESS!  The sock monster did not win today! Well…maybe…

Until Next Time,



A New Chapter Begins

It’s official; I’m home full time. My intent was to give a four week notice but the powers that be felt paying me out my notice and letting me go was a better idea.  Works for me! And so, tomorrow begins a new chapter.  Honestly…I am terrified.  Because, well, what if?  What if I’m really not a good mom and they hate me being home?  What if I’m a horrible cook but everyone has been telling me “it’s good” just to be nice?  What if I get bored?  What if I can’t handle being without adult interaction for one full day?  What if I get lazy? What if I don’t have the discipline to write?  Worse, what if I’m a horrible writer? What if I turn those “what if’s” into, “If I don’t…”.

If I don’t do this, I will never know the answer to all of those “what if’s”.  Because I know me and I know that all of those “what if’s” are lies I tell myself (except maybe my cooking – I have a sneaking suspicion about that one).  So I have devised a plan to keep myself and my “what if’s” from sabotaging my goals.  Keep it simple.  One day at a time; one goal at a time.   That’s it.  That’s the plan.  I don’t know if this will work.  But I believe this is God’s plan for me and I believe that I must at least try or I will regret it.  I suppose if the keep it simple approach doesn’t work, I can devise a new plan.

So… here we go. Are you ready to walk with me?

Until Next Time…


Haters Gonna Hate…

Over the past ten years, I have made several attempts at maintaining a blog.  Each time, I gave up due to haters causing grief and discontent because the content of my posts upset them in some way as they believed the posts were about them, though they certainly were not.  So here we are, not even 24 hours in to this and I am already seeing the affects of the haters.  As I look back now, I realize that I had previously let them win every time.  I am not the same person I was ten years ago or even ten days ago.  Now is the time for me to live my life.  To pursue my dreams.  Despite what people think or imagine my posts are about, I will continue to write.  If you are offended or upset by anything I post it’s very simple; don’t read my blog.  The purpose of this is for you to sit back, enjoy, laugh, cry, and relate.  My life.  My story.  My voice.  Haters will not shut me down this time.

Until Next Time



It was brought to my attention after my last post that someone was missing from the discussion of our lives.  My daughter.  I have a beautiful, smart, and amazing 14 year old daughter who made the choice to live with her father full time about 7 weeks ago.  I am still struggling to understand completely why she made this choice.  The reasons she gave me at first were just not the truth.  Now the new reason just doesn’t make sense.  So she’s fourteen and she’s hormonal.  I’m trying to leave it at that.  What kids don’t realize, is the pain they can cause a parent; how easily they can break a heart.  I have never, in my whole life, experienced pain in the way I have over the past 7 weeks.  I don’t sleep much anymore.  I’m sad all the time.  I cry randomly and at the most inopportune times.  It sucks.  But it’s life right now.  I need to focus on the boys and make sure they are cared for the way they deserve.  As for my baby girl, all I can do is pray to God that he’s got her.

I haven’t been in her room since the day she left.  I just cannot bring myself to go there.  But my husband, he’s strong.  He has gone in her room numerous times.  Last night, he found a letter she started to write but didn’t finish.  It says, “Dear Mom, I’m sorry.  I did wanna stay.  You guys cut the house phone line so I didn’t know what else to do”.  The phone line… that was a misunderstanding; a feline induced incident that no one was aware of until it was too late.  But the second line says it all.  “I did wanna stay”.  So why did she go?  That is my struggle every single day.  So, I hope this answers the questions some of you had.  She is still very much in our hearts and in our minds.  If she chooses to be a part of our journey, we will share that with you along the way.  Until then, it’s me and the boys.

Until Next Time


A New Journey Begins

Our family is about to embark on a new journey.  Both my boys are living with us full time now so we decided it would be best for me to quit my job and stay home.  The oldest is in his last year of high school and the youngest is at the end of his elementary school career.  Critical years for both boys.  The goal is to help everyone in the house heal open wounds, adjust to our new life style (free of back and forth), and learn to enjoy life with humor and gratitude.  I hope to portray our stories with grace and humor. As we move forward in this uncharted territory, I will be spending time working on the novels I have been putting off for so many years. While we are all excited for this new road, it will take courage to see it through. We are also excited to share it with you.  We hope you enjoy our stories and please feel free to comment and share!