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My husband is a good man.He puts up with A LOT. He and I are opposite in so many ways. He is a detail man. Aneverything-has-a-place-man. Anif-you-put-things-right-back-where-you-found-them-we-wouldnt-have-this-problem-man. I am NOT. I try. I really do. But I am more of a free spirit when it comes to organization, especially when it comes to housework. And, of course, my husband is essentially right.(Albeit in a housework-utopian-society-kind-of-way.)As for me, there is always SOMETHING that comes up to thwart my efforts. Lets go on a journey through 10 minutes of the mess and chaos of my life shall we? A prime example a…

I’m hijacking the Hip As I Wanna Be blog today to ask this question: Would you let someone else set your New Year’s resolutions? OK, OK, I know that resolutions aren’t for everyone. And others LOVE them. To each his or her own. I’ve made them, I’ve met them, I’ve dumped them, I’ve passed on them. So in talking to the very hip (’cause she wants to be) Jen recently, we came up with the idea of setting resolutions or challenges for each other. What?? A departure from the way it’s always done?? Why not? So out of curiosity, I started…

Okay, kids. It is time to get real with the whole New Year’s resolution making conundrum. To make a resolution or not to? Everyone has an opinion on it. Some cite “hell no” as their rallying cry and others wax poetic about blank slates and unwritten pages and all that. I’m a wax poetic kind of gal. I personally looooove it. I’m on the fence with December 31st resolution making but I adore goal setting and life mapping and day dreaming. I get quite giddy about it and spend hours each December noodling over my plans for world domination. I read…

“Mom, why are you crying?” asked my 13 year old. I was true. I was crying. In fact, I was on a bit of a jag at that moment trying desperately to conceal it from my family. His being confused was understandable, after all, it was Friday night (family night) and we were eating pizza and watching the comedy Moms Night Out. And yet I was overwhelmed with emotion. Mom’s Night Out was not the movie I was expecting when I selected it at Redbox. Oh it was funny, no doubt. My husband and I belly laughed at quite a few of the…

A few years ago, I experienced a tremendous amount of change in my life. Actually, “change” is a pretty inadequate word when describing my mid-life transition. Upheaval might have been better. Or mayhem. Whatever. I have to tell you that looking back, I find myself so eternally grateful for that period of time. Although I’d wager to bet that if you had asked me while I was in the midst of it, I wouldn’t have used “gratitude” as my main adjective. But now I am successfully on the other side and am at a place of reflection. I see clearly how much…

You are going to think I am a bad mother. It’s okay. I am. I’m fully aware of it. Because, TESTS. I hate them. And I hate helping my children study for them. There. I said it. You see? B A D M O T H E R. As we speak I am in the middle of an epic, multi-day study fest for my son’s 9th grade government class. The words “judicial review,” “mixed market economic systems” and “parliamentary democracy” endlessly march through my head and into my dreams each evening. Kill me. Kill me now. People, I didn’t enjoy…

My grandmother, Elizabeth Rose Winter, died this week. Sadly, it was not a surprise. She had been ill and struggling for a long period and it was her time to be at peace. I’m part of a large (LARGE) Catholic family from Baltimore. My grandparents have always been the center of our family universe. My father is one of eight (told you) children, each of whom went on to marry and produce multiple offspring. (Seriously. It is nearly impossible to count how many cousins and second cousins I have.) When one has this type of family dynamic, it is fairly…

“Work hard. Be brave. Do more.” – C. Neistat I freaking love Casey Neistat. Everything about that guy jazzes me.   I discovered him in 2012 when he created the Nike “Make It Count” video. There is just something about that video that fires up my soul. I’ve watched it nearly 50 times. Okay, fine. Nearly 100 times.  Since then I’ve connected with him on Instagram and other social media accounts drawing inspiration from his videos and his adventures. I’m pretty much a stalker at this point. It’s okay. My husband knows. I can’t say exactly what draws me to…

I sometime have the most ridiculous urges to completely ruin my own life. It’s funny because honestly I am usually THE MOST APPROPRIATE PERSON IN THE WORLD. (Except, of course, when I’m not. But usually that is after a few cocktails. Don’t even pretend you can’t relate.)  Mostly though I life in a space of appropriateness where I go about my life and do and say exactly what is expected and necessary. It’s probably why I am still employed. So not entirely a bad trait to have, I guess. If you were to live in my head, however, you would…

Ever wonder why this blog focuses so much on being a working parent yet devotes so little screen time to the actual children I have birthed? It is because I am being bullied. It is the truth. I am being bullied by the teenagers in my own home. You see, I’ve reached a critical juncture in my motherhood. Gone are the days where the boys were excited about seeing their photos on the Internet. Now I need to get approval. My every word scrutinized. My every photo requires prior consent. It is a nightmare. To be fair, I knew this…