Grow old along with me!

I have always dreamed of growing old together with Diesel.

Hands of seniors

It sounds like such a clichĂ©, I know. It’s the start of one of my favorite poems: “Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be!” And yet it is still something I hope for. Continue reading “Grow old along with me!”

Muddling through

Tired upset woman sitting with legs crossed and having headache

So, here I am really trying to not completely lose my s*** right now. I’ve got a kid who doesn’t think he has to listen to me and a husband who doesn’t encourage him to. Not really anyway.

I understand that life and parenting and relationships are all full of ups and downs. Perfect or happy moments tend to Continue reading “Muddling through”

Mother-son heart-to-heart

Remember those bad dreams of Choo-choo’s I told you about?

Well, when I was rocking him for bed, I could feel him trembling. I asked him if he was okay, but he told me he didn’t want to talk about it. Once it was time for him to go into his bed, he immediately started crying and the shaking got worse.

This surprised me, as he never showed any fear about sleeping in his bed. I didn’t know what to do. I did the only thing I could think of, which was to ask him why he was scared. Continue reading “Mother-son heart-to-heart”

Last days of summer

Is it summer where you are? It is here. Well, it was. It’s autumn now, meteorologically speaking. The temperatures around here say otherwise.

Diesel, Choo-choo, and I have fully taken advantage of the warm, rain-free weather, though we admittedly sweated through quite a lot of it. This is why when we took Choo-choo to the beach the other night, the sun had already set. Continue reading “Last days of summer”

Bad night in dreamland

Choo-choo woke up in the middle of the night again.

A small part of me was instantly annoyed. I mean, I was exhausted. I didn’t want to rock. I didn’t want to answer a million questions. I just wanted to sleep. The rest of me worried why he was crying as in sobbing and not just whining or calling out to me like normal. Continue reading “Bad night in dreamland”

Waking up to face the day

frame-with-grasschamomiles-and-butterflies_fJzvIALO_LGood Monday Morning!

I am not much of a morning person. At all. Just about anyone who knows me can attest to that. I turn off my alarms or ignore them. I snap at people who try to wake me up, even if they are being super nice about it. Diesel used to tell me that I often growled at him.

You read that right. “Growled.” Continue reading “Waking up to face the day”