Laundry for Six where it all comes out in the wash

Oh this poor little neglected blog. I have lots of partial posts in draft. Things I have started to hammer out on my phone while I'm sitting in parking lots and waiting rooms. One of these days, I will finish them. I want to tell you about Listen to Your Mother and the fabulous weekend it was a part

Oh mah gah, you all. Blogger has changed EVERYTHING at once and I'm staring at the page trying to figure out how on earth to type a post. Come on, Blogger! Can't you go with the Facebook Model of Change where you make small but annoying changes every couple of days and then once or twice a year

Friday was one of those epic days of parenting. The ones where you wonder if your neighbors called social services on you. And then you wonder if they did show up, would you invite them in for some coffee just so you could talk to another adult to for 15 minutes? When it comes to parenting, we a

Sweet cheese and crackers, internet! I can't believe how many people have had That Which Must Not Be Asked asked of them. Including poor Janel just YESTERDAY! Ridiculous! Are there that many people who live under rocks and don't know this basic rule of social interaction? Maybe we should start a soc

Yesterday, I was feeling all fly in a new-to-me dress. It's cute and black and I had little leggings on with it. I'm trying to step up my clothing game a little bit because I feel more efficient when I work from home if I actually have on work-ish clothing. And then, internet... I ran into a friend

It's my birthday, internet! Although I'm now (and possibly forever?) in the camp of "Meh. It's my birthday." I'm hurtling down a steep hill. In case you're wondering, my age rhymes with "Twenty-five." It was cold when I woke up this morning and I could barely reach my feet that early in the mornin

(image via Pinterest via isuwannee - bookcase of the day)Anybody got one?Things got off on a dirty, stinky, smelly foot yesterday with an overtired little girl, no dinner, a grouchy, overwhelmed mama and a bedtime that went you-know-where in a handbasket.Oh, internet. It was horrible.Things were bet

The other night, I had a panic attack when I realized that Easter is this weekend.This. Weekend. I'm not ready. And at that moment, I couldn't imagine how I would fit getting ready into my overstuffed week.So instead of just lying there in my bed, long past my bedtime, with my heart racing and my br

Well, we didn't go to Paris.But I did go to bed before 11 every night. It's not quite the same, but still very enjoyable. (That was supposed to be my New Year's resolution, remember?)We haven't talked about sleep in awhile.Shout still wakes up most nights. I've learned that if I get to her quickly,