With the coronavirus creeping up onto our shores, I started to think about how our family would deal with such a crisis should it spread as quickly as it has in other countries. What are some things that I could do to protect my little children and how can I get them to participate in prevention strategies without causing a full-blown panic in my already tumultuous household?
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I didn’t go to Mexico. I didn’t drink any margaritas. Both would’ve been nice but it never actually happened, at least not since I’ve had children.
Continue readingAre there any wives out there that don’t pick on their husbands now and then? I don’t make it a habit to constantly be a nit-pick with mine nor do I ever run him down but after being married for 13 years, I’m entitled to the occasional wifey-nag and a little teasing every once in a while.
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Yep. That’s generally how I feel about the extremely long list of school supplies I have to buy each summer for each kid.
I have kids in both private and public school this year and neither one is better than the other when it comes to draining my already limited cash flow. I have to ask myself, shouldn’t my expensive tuition cover the supplies my kids need or shouldn’t my super high property taxes and state taxes fund this stuff?
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I get it. My kids’ unrelenting naughtiness is my cross to bare. For those of us who are open to allowing the Lord into our hearts, we understand that suffering moves us closer to Him. Attempting to bring one, two, or three of my children to Sunday mass can sometimes be so tortuous that I think it could put me on the path to sainthood. Alas, I am no saint and try as I might, I will never be one.
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Middle school. Saying those two words out loud leaves a bad taste in my mouth. Maybe it’s because I distinctly remember the smells that pubescent children would leave behind in the hallways. Whether it was from a lack of hygiene or a lack of fart etiquette, frequently having to walk through those invisible pockets of stench in between classes was not a pleasant thing.
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I’m drifting further away. Away from my family, my job, my messy house, motherhood, bills, stress, and responsibility. My soul is in a dreamlike state. My vision is partially blurred by the light and I can barely see my loved ones anymore. I hear soft, gentle sounds calling me into another world. I can feel my anxiety melting away as I stretch out my arms, reaching into the sky and allowing myself to float into the peace that awaits me here.
That is, until I catch a glimpse of a boat headed straight towards me and my floatie.
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