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Today I heard a loud sound. My kids were playing a game in the basement, and the action was heating up a bit, and they were all shouting and cheering and laughing and SOUNDING LIKE FRIENDS! It’s a happy-making moment for a mom. I’ll remember that sound when the whining, ear-piercing squeals of “she’s not

Don’t you love food? I’ve been thinking, that along with my Major Attitude Improvement yesterday, I have food issues. You may be surprised to discover that I tend to obsess. You: (*Shocked*) really, Becca? You obsess? I’m shocked. Me: I understand your surprise, after all, I come across as such an even kind of girl.

Does every female have body issues? Kid 3 (she’s 7) told me the other day that she “hates the blubber” on her thighs. She’s SEVEN. She asked me how to get rid of it. I told her that what she was feeling was her muscle at rest. She didn’t buy it. I told her to

I have just deleted a long rant. Turns out that complaining about how craptastic the day has begun doesn’t actually repair it. Who knew? So things were a little rough this morning. But, as I told Kid 3 (repeatedly) this morning, you’ve got to choose how you’re going to feel, then own it. You decided.

It’s violin lesson day. And piano lesson day times two. And there are three dentist appointments at ten. And a quick tutorial at the elementary school for the mom who missed Meet the Masters training last wek. And there’s sunshine, so the weeding should at least be started. And maybe the mowing. And it’s garbage

It really did. It’s sunny and warm and breezy and beautiful, and it looks like Spring around here. ‘Bout time, I’m thinking.

5 year old: Mom, I’d sure miss you if you died. Me: Thanks, buddy. I’d miss you, too. 5: It would be really sad. Me: Yeah. 5: I sure hope someone would get me a dog.

When I was in Junior High, I had the same science teacher for two years. His name was Jack Smith (no names have been changed to protect the innocent – and come on, how many dozens of Jack Smiths teach 7th grade science?) and he had a baffling habit of jiggling the loose change in