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Minimizing the crazy: Get organized

by Ashford - 0

Today I posted a picture on FB with my To Do list and a confession that sometimes I purposefully add items to the list that I have already completed just so that I can cross them off. It really helps my self esteem to have several items already crossed off. Shortly after I posted the picture I was inundated with PMs and comments requesting that I email out my To Do template. I created this 8x11 sheet myself and it breaks down everything into different categories (emails, calls, bills, errands, most important, etc). Well, rather than spend an hour and a half emailing the template out to everyone individually I figured I would just post it up on the site and let

The watermark always rises

by Ashford - 8

  “I hope you don’t ever get a chronic health condition,” I snarled at him. “I could never take care of you.” And I meant it. We were 12 days into a chronic sinus infection, had our first child who was only 15 weeks old, and had just opened a business. I was in that sleep-deprived “what the heck do I do with this baby” place and my husband was laid up in bed like he had ebola. But life is all about expanding your threshold isn't it? Now, 6 years, 2 more children, and one cancer diagnosis later I find myself doing the very thing I swore I couldn’t withstand. My husband is a boat dealer and I've always kind of had a thing for

The weird kid

by Ashford - 1

Three years ago I started blogging and posted my very first post. Of course I didn't realize this milestone until FB Memories reminded me. I'm on my second website and what a journey it's been. In honor of this milestone I am reposting my VERY FIRST POST- you can tell that my life has always been chock full of rich material. Thank you for reading, following, and sharing. Love to you all. ************ [Posted September 9, 2013 on a now defunct website.] Do you ever worry that YOUR kid might just be the WEIRD kid at school? I’m not talking about the “march to the beat of her own drum” type weird. I’m talking “the smelly kid who stands in the corner alone

Kids are disgusting: The WORST parenting story you’ll ever read

by Ashford - 45

I opened the door and was greeted by deafening silence. Heavenly, rare, deafening silence. It was one of those rare occasions where the hubs and I were ships passing in the night. I was returning home late from a business meeting, he had left in the early afternoon for a boys’ fishing trip. We had bartered and begged and delegated the children to different friends and family scattered throughout the town in order to cover the 6 hours in which neither of us would be in town. And so what I came home to after a long delayed flight and subsequent 2 hour drive from the airport was sweet sweet silence and an empty house. I took my time unloading my suitcase from

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