To the Grinch who took my box of custom-made Christmas cards delivered from UPS right off my porch, you can steal my holiday packages, but you will not rob me of my good cheer. (I bet you were wishing for something a little more valuable than cards with photos of my kiddos, huh?) And getRead the whole post >>
Why Not Me?
Several years ago a priest spoke about suffering during his homily. What he said has always stuck with me. He talked about how when bad things happen to us, we often ask, “Why me?” God, no doubt, has an answer for this question even if we’d rather not hear it. Sometimes it’s simply “So IRead the whole post >>
Cavities and Motherhood
Aside from the fact that another viral cloud has descended upon our home and I have the second cold in a month (also had the stomach bug this month) and snot is running out of my nose as I type, I went to the dentist yesterday and learned I have a stinkin’ cavity (I hadRead the whole post >>
The War Zone
Mommy Medic is on guard as we wage a war against the virulent stomach bug. She stands on call if the wounded soldier (AKA a 17-month-old who keeps scooting off the bed and prefers to nap on the towels) needs to heave again or just requires some extra TLC. This is what moms do –Read the whole post >>
A Difference a Day Can Make
Towels washed since Friday evening: 13Bedsheets washed: 3Number of times we’ve had to scrub our carpet to rid it of vomit: 4Number of baths for the kiddos: 4Number of times my children have heaved: Lost countHours slept since Friday: 7 total The birthday girl succumbed to a cruel, sudden, and violent stomach bug on theRead the whole post >>