The story of a lost wallet, in which the only thing lost is my mind.

Today was a kickin’ summer day – the kind that makes me feel like I am killing it at the mom-game. We started with watching “Pan” at the Rave. It’s $1 per person and the kids love it. With a family our size, going to the movies is normally a special occasion. For example, we all just saw “Finding Dory” for Jason’s 6th birthday. But I digress. … [Read more...]

Girls’ Night Out = Wicked Traffic

**This post contains affiliate links. I make a tiny percentage off of purchases made through affiliate links, and it doesn't cost you a penny more. Thanks for helping my blogging business grow! Friday the 13th was the night I got to go with my big girls to see Wicked. At last! Yes, I had seen it just a few weeks before, and I loved it. I was only too excited for my girls to get to enjoy it as well. If you have never heard the music of Wicked, you can buy the CD here on Amazon. It is amazing! When Adam and I went, we had factored in plenty of time to get to Dallas Fair Park Music Hall. We arrived a little over an hour before the show, and enjoyed a leisurely dinner while waiting for the … [Read more...]

Dinner and a Spectacle

Last Thursday night we went out to eat. We usually eat out once per week or so. Confession: I usually dread when we eat out. Unless we are at Chic-Fil-A or CiCi’s – places where you don’t have to be particularly quiet (or, dare I say it, well behaved) my kids are bound to make a spectacle of themselves. I would rather stay home. … [Read more...]

Sometimes it’s not just The Blues

We were driving in our car, halfway between somewhere and nowhere, when the panic attack hit me. “I don’t think I can do this again. I can’t! I can’t do this.” As my heart pounded in my chest and sweat rolled in hot rivulets down my temples, I almost felt like leaping from the car. … [Read more...]

I Cry. A lot.

For anyone who knows me, this Confession will hardly come as a shock: I cry a lot. Not as much as I used to, thank goodness, but I think it is safe to say that I spend more time in tears than your average bear. It’s not that my life is terrible, nor is it that I am a spoiled brat, it’s just my coping mechanism. At least that’s what my therapist says. Just kidding, I don’t have a therapist. Though I probably should. … [Read more...]