It’s NOT About the Cheeseburger! Crazy by Ashford - July 27, 2015July 20, 20150 I don’t feel stressed. I mean I know I should be but I just don’t feel like it. Maybe my threshold has just increased. Maybe I’ve become immune. I mean when my new babysitter who was supposed to start on Monday at 8:30 am called me on Friday at 2 pm to tell me she can’t watch the kids I didn’t even bat an eye. It was the same level of annoyance as when my free xm subscription expired earlier that day. I mean it sucks but it’s merely annoying. It’s not the end of the world. Normally something like this would send me into a full blown panic. I was beginning to feel proud of myself and how I can
If You Give a Mom a Cookie… Crazy by Ashford - July 23, 2015July 20, 20151 This post was originally featured on Huffington Post. Graphic courtesy of Barnhouse Graphics If you give your mom a cookie... She’ll probably want to take it into the closet to eat alone. In peace. When she’s in the closet she’ll notice the overflowing laundry basket and decide to throw a load in. While loading the washer she’ll realize she needs to empty the dryer vent. When she goes to the trashcan with the dryer lint she’ll realize it’s trash day. When she goes outside to take the trash she’ll probably check the mail. When she goes through the mail she’ll surely find a bill that needs to be paid. She will want to pay it right away and will go to her purse to get her checkbook. When she opens
Don’t push me kid… Crazy by Ashford - May 26, 2015May 26, 201513 My kids complain a lot. I mean probably not anymore than normal kids but it still seems excessive. From the wrong color cup, to the wrong seat at the table, to the wrong fill-in-the-ever-loving-blank. It’s always something and sometimes it just gets to be a little too much and you have to push back. I’m sure you can all relate. One of their chief complaints is that "Mommy doesn’t push as good as Daddy" on the swings. This one, for whatever reason, really gets under my skin. Maybe it’s the fact that I’m preoccupied with such nuisances as “safety” and “well-being” I don’t know. Maybe it’s the fact that I’m sick and tired of always being the “responsible” one. Or the