Did you grow up in the Catholic Church? Do you remember the song “Somebody’s Knocking at Your Door”? “Ohhhhhhh sinner why don’t you answer, somebody’s knocking at your door……” Love it. I am born and raised Catholic, but I hesitate to speak or write holy things, it just seems unnatural and a bit awkward to me. How can…
Category Archives: Mom’s Point of View
What’s on Your Shirt?
Another title might be…….”Endless Laundry Cycle Fails to Stop an Embarrassing Mom Blunder” What’s on your shirt? I questioned, after I picked up Handsome from school the other day. Oh, that’s goose poop. How did you get goose poop on your shirt? I slid into a pile of it during one of my football practices. You…
Practice Cancelled
Soaking rain has been falling around here for a couple of days. I’m a mom with two kids who are active in outdoor sports. Rain to me means a much needed night off. A night to come home from work, lock the door and not step foot off the front porch until the following…
My Daughter, Her Piggy Bank & A Million Dollar Carousel
Several years ago, there was a dire situation here in my hometown. There were threats that our beloved zoo was going to be shut down because the city that runs it, didn’t have the funds to keep it afloat. There was talk back and forth between 2 counties, 2 cities, whatever, I’ve forgotten the details,…
The Time I Peed My Pants, On Stage
Each spring the 3rd and 4th graders at my school participate in a month long “stay healthy” walking and nutrition program. We compete against local schools to see who can log the most walking steps for the month. We always do very well and have been the winners of the competition several times. A few…
Motherhood and My Dirty Car
When I was first married our driveway and our neighbor’s driveway were separated only by a thin grass divider. The neighbors had 4 kids ranging from teenagers to early elementary. There surroundings were a bit unkempt and the mom often looked like a deranged beast. I was still in the honeymoon stage, kid-less and maybe…
Wednesday or Wensday?
I’m not saying this is true, but what would it mean if both of my kids spelled the word “Wednesday” incorrectly? Hypothetically speaking, of course, because what sort of mother and teacher would I be if my own children did not know how to correctly spell one of the days of the week? So this…
