Eyebrow Anxiety

I am going to be doing a health challenge post in just a couple of days that will need a before and after picture of my face. I snapped a picture of my face – a totally high-class selfie, ha!- and realized that I needed to do a little work on my eyebrows. Like, I needed to make sure there were TWO. Confession: I have a natural uni-brow. … [Read more...]

Naughty Three-nager

Confession: My little three-nager is so naughty and secretly, I love it. Scene: It’s an hour past bedtime and I can still hear thumping and squealing in the boys’ room. Based on the sound and timing of the thumps and giggles I imagine that they are taking turns leaping from the top bunk on to the stand-alone bed. I sneak to their bedroom door, which is only cracked open an inch. Their lights are still on (a no-no) and the ruckus is even louder. … [Read more...]

Sleep is overrated…

... said no parent, ever. Confession: I haven’t had consistent, uninterrupted sleep in years. Some would say since they became a parent, but it’s not quite that bad for me. My girls were better sleepers than the boys. At a year old, all of the boys were still waking up at least once a night. Even now, Lloyd is three and still wakes up more nights than not to come (try) to sleep in my bed. Last night was an extreme when it comes to fractured sleep. … [Read more...]

Who wet the bed??

Last night I woke with a start and couldn’t figure out why. I peered into the darkness around me and couldn’t see anything, so I burrowed back into my sheets. Too soon apparently, because then a voice from the darkness said, ever so softly, “Mama. I peed in my bed.” Thirteen years ago when we potty-trained our first, a nighttime visit such as this would have resulted in a midnight circus. … [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...]

So It Begins…

As this is my first post, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Christina, and I have been married to Adam for 17 years. We have 7 – yes, seven – children. Here I will make my first confession: Upon getting married I wanted 2 kids. Maybe 3 if the first 2 were the same gender. (Our first three children were girls, but that’s a post for another day.) Then we had our first child, and I said we were done. DONE. … [Read more...]