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, becca December 8, 2009

Pets? Probably Not.

Once I talked about pets. Now, Kid 4 is at it again. As his birthday approaches, he’s asking for a turtle. Ick. They smell, I think. Husband agrees. Advise me, wise ones. Does Kid 4 actually need a pet to become a well-rounded, upright, employable adult at some point? And is there anything as easy
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, , becca November 23, 2009

It’s Gratitude Week

Happy Thanksgiving Week! Here at my blog, we’ll be jumping on the Grateful train* and talking about all manner of things to feel grateful about. And what am I thankful for? Today, and increasingly over the years, I am grateful for my family. I have a really, really good Husband. He’s a kind, hard-working, funny,
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, , , becca November 5, 2009

Who Knew?

Blog O’ Random, coming at you. * Bathrooms don’t actually clean themselves. However, the amount of time you spend in your house in inversely proportional to the number of times someone says, “Hey, what’s that smell?” * 2500 words in a day is a lot to write. But dialog makes those words come faster. *
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, becca October 23, 2009

Mama Train

For more than fourteen years, I have considered my job as an exercise in futility. The job? Motherhood. The futility? Everything I do today must be redone tomorrow, and nobody notices a single thing I do… unless I don’t do it. Over and over and over. Do you know this feeling? The second the laundry
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, , becca October 7, 2009

The List

It’s creeping up on me – this weekend, when so many things are my responsibility, and I am prepared for NONE of them. I’m dabbling in the art of overscheduling myself this week, and it appears that I’m capable. I can create too much junk for me. But it’s all good junk (and so I
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, becca September 30, 2009

True Story

Once upon a time there was a very young Mommy who had one sweet, beautiful, well-behaved child. (Oh, stop. This is all true.) This happy child loved her Mommy and followed her around, sat still for hair-doing, and went to bed without any fussing. The young Mommy thought, “I must be the best Mommy God
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