It’s Time.

It’s time.

It’s time for me to be showered in love, eternal love, forgiveness and peace.

It’s time for me to say, “I am only who I am, and thank you for loving me anyway”

It’s time for me to thank the one that I hold the utmost respect and love for.

In other words, friends, I’m getting baptized!

Here’s some of what I’ll be sharing on the big day:

… I once again found myself empty. My anxiety levels were off the charts, my stress levels were literally and physically unhealthy, I deluded myself into thinking that I could live a life for God, yet keep a little bit of myself to myself. I was once again trying to live life on my own and no longer leaning on God for guidance. ….

….It’s taken me fifteen years to accept the fact that God loves me, all of me! My imperfections, my strengths, my weaknesses, my fears….

…I’m ready to lean on God like never before. I’m not perfect, I never will be, but in the eyes of my God, that’s okay! …

If you believe in prayer, pray for me.
If you believe in happiness, be happy for me!


Say cheese – It’s Tooth Fairy Time!

Like, literally – not even five minutes ago, Big lost his first tooth.

The tooth was wiggly for a while and I was hoping it would stay that way for even longer. I knew his whole face would change; as in he’d start to look older. I wanted to hold on to his baby face for as long as possible.

In contrast, he couldn’t wait for it to come out! He wiggled the hell out of it until…well, until this:


Now he’s done this:


He’s very cleverly put the tooth in an envelope so that the tooth fairy can find it easily and leave her deposit.

In other words, if you need me, I’ll be digging through pockets and searching the cars.

Who carries cash these days?

UPDATE: A friend has informed me that front teeth require a more robust deposit than what pockets and cars could ever yield; so if you need me, I’ll be at the bank.

Solo parenting, heated floors and Moseses. True story.

Vince: “My hotel room has heated bathroom floors!”
Me: ….

I had no words.

You see, just at that heated floors moment, in my reality, the children were running around, in their Moses costumes from the Old Testament Costume night at their church program, hitting each other with the walking sticks that were part of said costumes, and were yelling out, in between shrieks of laughter, that they were hungry; all this while I was attempting to clear the pile of dishes off the kitchen counter.

Some friends have commented that I’m lucky that my husband travels for work on occasion.

They couldn’t be more wrong.

It’s not lucky, it’s not fun, it’s not awesome.
It sucks.

I can’t think of a better way to put it.

And before anyone says it, I know that we are very, very fortunate that he has a job, and a good one at that.

I’m not complaining about his job; I’m simply stating a fact.

Solo parenting is not for the faint of heart.
It’s tough, it’s grueling, it’s lonely.

And yes, parenting in any capacity, in general can be all those things.
But for me, and I can only speak for me, it’s tougher when I’m on my own.

And yet, as I lay in bed, with both boys laying sideways beside me, leaving me less than adequate room, and as they grind their teeth making the world’s worst sound, not to mention that they have wrapped themselves in all the available linens, leaving me to freeze – I can’t help but agree with Vince that he is the one missing out.

Don’t get me wrong though, it’s tough to feel sorry or badly for him when he calls and announces such luxuries.

Although, I’m not gonna lie, heated bathroom floors would be really awesome.

Moses & Moses - the boys in all their Old Testament glory.

Moses & Moses – the boys in all their Old Testament glory.