Monthly Archives: September 2018

Yes, sure… I have a distinct methane that emits from my body- and unfortunately in my line of work, I must wait until I am home before I can let it go. So in the evenings, when my stomach is not … Continue reading →

Reporter: (to Rochelle) In a few words, could you tell us how you get the bed all to yourself- if your husband wants to get a good night’s sleep in his own bed and the children are always in it? … Continue reading →

Mother: Can you put the kids to bed since you’ve been gone and will be gone for another week? Father: (Murmur. Pregnant pause. Calls to kids in other room) OK everybody, its time for bed….. Come on son. Narrator: Father … Continue reading →

(60 seconds on the clock) Shampoo Conditioner Bathroom cups Q-tips Baking soda Vinegar Contact Solution What are “Items No Longer Permitted At Home”?  

I never leave home without tissues- and most of the time I will wear them in my bra. Before you pass judgement, when I’m pocketless, it comes in very handy. Nevertheless, while sitting in silent prayer during the sermon that … Continue reading →

I’ll make this real short: the new rabbi gave a sermon today on heartbeats. He said to hear one is both a happy and sad thing… Now, before I continue, I need to tell you of a situation that happened … Continue reading →

This summer I thought it would be fun to redecorate my two eldest children’s bedrooms. I spent hours and hours on end… shopping, researching, painting, shopping, researching, hunting… for things to make each of their rooms look amazing. And it … Continue reading →

The other evening, after hubby and told and retold my second child to go back to her room, I had given her the ASL “go ahead” to quietly come into our room. In fact, she came so quietly that hubby … Continue reading →

My son likes to play Fortnite- a game that can only be played on my cell phone due to certain upgrades available with my phone. However, his favorite app to play is Period Tracker. That’s right…. he likes to inform me … Continue reading →

My child that is not the oldest nor the youngest, who also experiences frequent bouts of anxiety, informed me this evening that there was a son who killed his father and then dumped him in our adjacent town. Now, I … Continue reading →