I mentioned to my friend last week that I am officially in menopause on September 23rd and she was surprised because she thought I was already in it and I was like, oh no, no, no, noo, that is all the nonsense leading up to it. The appetizers before the meal. The preview before the… Continue reading September 23rd
Category: Motherhood
Keeping Calendars is My Hoarding Cats
I have a secret hoarding issue. I keep old calendars. I have kept a day planner on my kitchen counter (and now one for blogging on my desk) for so many years, I don't even remember when I started. But I end up keeping the planners long after they have been used and… Continue reading Keeping Calendars is My Hoarding Cats
Homeschool- One Year Later
Saturday officially marked one year down of homeschooling my youngest daughter. I am not sure how many years we have left to go because as of now, we are taking it one year at a time. But the fact that we made it to one year does make me feel a sense of accomplishment. When… Continue reading Homeschool- One Year Later
These Will Be The Good Old Days
There's this catchy song by Macklemore and Kesha (I know, I am just as surprised as you) that has been humming in my head all summer; playing on the car radio in between destinations; on the Apple Music account when Ella is dancing or when Anna is getting ready for the day. I… Continue reading These Will Be The Good Old Days
California. On a Kari and Anna Budget
A few years ago, Anna and I talked about going on a girls' trip after she graduated high school. A Gilmore Girls-ish style getaway before Anna went away to college. I don't remember exactly when we started talking about it, but over the past two years; it became less talk and more action. Because when… Continue reading California. On a Kari and Anna Budget
I’m In Therapy
I feel so Seinfeld, so Mad About You, so oh I don't know, Diane Keaton movie about living in New York City and having a mysterious and very interesting life, right now. Remember when going to therapy meant you were rich? Or lived in the big city? Or were a nutjob? It doesn't… Continue reading I’m In Therapy