After my recent bout of flying, I watched the behavior of my fellow passengers and was appalled. When did common courtesy and simple politeness get tossed out the window? Between seeing multiple sets of bare feet rubbed all over armrests, to irate passengers that couldn’t get the chicken curry, I was honestly amazed that the… Continue reading An ode to the flight crew
My lord. I cannot keep up, y’all. I’m trying, but each time I take a couple of steps in the right direction, something else just plops right back into a different place. Husband and I just moved to our new assignment three weeks ago. Girl and Boy Child didn’t make the move with us just… Continue reading Moving onward and upward…literally
Being a mom is quite possibly the toughest and craziest job you’ll ever have. You’ll learn multiple new languages, your little boss will often spew his breakfast all over you, you’ll become a quick-changing magic act, ward off monsters in closets, kiss invisible boo-boos, become a magnet for all things drool and booger related, and be… Continue reading Welcome to the momhood
Boy and Girl Child have an exclusive membership to a world-renowned club. This club has great perks: travel to far-off lands, make friends the world over, and even live in exotic places like Kansas. There are a few downsides to this particular society as well. You have to join a different region every couple of… Continue reading The secret society of brats
We made a crucial mistake. One that we should have seriously known better than to do. We got too comfortable. It’s easy to do when you find a rhythm that works for you. Get up, go to work, come home, spend time with the kids, rinse and repeat. Maybe you take a trip somewhere. Maybe… Continue reading Don’t get too comfortable
I left home in 1996. I was fresh out of high school and the world beckoned. I moved about three hours from my hometown — far enough away to spread my wings (and make stupid decisions without stern parental repercussions), but close enough to get home if I missed it or if there were family… Continue reading Going Home
It’s that time of year again. We wipe the slate clean and make hopeful promises — to lose the weight, to eat better, to be more present, to become better versions of ourselves, and to eventually see those promises unravel and come crashing back to reality. I don’t usually make resolutions. I know that I… Continue reading A new year.