It’s no secret, I have a potty mouth. A really really bad potty mouth. When Boogey was younger and still the only child, I tried my best not to curse around him. However, being that Boogey was a very challenging child to parent, cursing was my outlet when I was frustrated. I always brushed it off by saying, “I’m just going to be that cursing mom”. Occasionally Boogey would repeat a word here and there. He would be punished for it and I would use that wonderful default excuse of – I’m grown and I can say what I want, you can’t.
Read MoreEarly one Saturday morning, we were driving to Jayce’s soccer game. We pulled up to a stop light and he asked me if we were getting donuts. We ate a big breakfast that morning, so I had no intentions of stopping. Curiously, I asked Jayce where he saw a donut shop. He points to his right, to a store sitting in the middle of a shopping strip. I asked him, how in the world did he know that was a donut shop. He simply said, “well, it says donuts, so it’s a donut shop.” Puzzled, I asked Jayce to spell donut…he smiled and said “D –onuts.”
Read MoreThe word “mama” is hands down the most spoken word in my home. It seems as though every sentence begins with “mama”. I am the nurturer, the magical healer, the cook, the janitor, the hug and kiss giver, bed time maker, meanest of the meanies and everything else in between…and I get it. I am here to meet ALL their needs…
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