My kids have problems. They’re related to me so it’s expected. Deep in their hearts, I know they’re dying to become entertainers. Both are shy. One, painfully so. Yet both exhibit a bit of Fosse when put in the spotlight. And it could just be they only show me this secret part of them, but I’m willing to believe one day they would be so kind as to share this gift with the rest of humanity. Because who doesn’t want to see their kids giving a little jazz hand to …

Any parent worth their salt knows to be prepared in the Winter months with an at-home pharmacy. Whatever over-the-counter salves and potions you think might help in the attack of the sneeze, sniffle, puke and surprise fever, you’d better have it handy because you just never know. Yet no matter how prepared you are, there are always those little nasty illnesses that require the trip to the doctor for prescribed goodness in a bottle. For the last four days, that goodness has been thick, liquid, bubblegum flavored, refrigerated and pink. …

Before I begin, yes. I changed my theme again. Shuttup.
I am not one of those pack rat parents. This means I barely keep anything. My husband and children have been known to “misplace” things around the house and blame me when they can’t find them. THE NERVE! Do I “misplace” those things and by “misplace” I translate to “throw away”? Yes. But that’s not the point. If it doesn’t look useful to me, I have a bad habit of minimizing the clutter. Sure, it’s organized to you. But please tell …

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