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Me? Sick?

I started feeling a familiar pain in my lower back last Friday night. Kidney stone, I self diagnosed, as I had had one about 25 years ago.  Over the years, it has surfaced here and there, but if I drink lots of water it works its way out.

Two aspirin didn't help.  Two Advil didn't touch it.  Late into the night, the Captain noticed I was a little restless.  "You okay?"

"Yes.  Kidney stone.  Just need to drink more water," I said.

Organized Schmorganized

I have a confession to make:  I despise organization.
 
Don't misunderstand.  I would love to be organized.  But I am convinced my abilities are limited.
 
Getting ready for church, for example, was a nightmare when I lived in the Bible Belt back when church attire was in a class by itself.   Finding shoes and socks that matched 18 feet was a routine Sunday morning frustration--also in a class by itself.  One morning we were down to the wire and I was frantically throwing shoes out of the shoe basket, crying, "I 

A Mother's New Years Resolutions

Around our house, a new year always stirs up talk of new goals. Here are my goals- some old, some new- for 2017.  

I will not scold happy noise. 

I will, without apology,  be the nutrition, hygiene, and screen police.

I will increase book and board game time and decrease screen time in my home. 

I will not tolerate back talk in any form, including duh, huh, or a rolling of even half an eyeball.

I'm the mother, I'm the mother, I'm the mother. 

I will find the balance between Helicopter Mom and Tiger Mom.

There It Is

Sitting in church last Sunday, I inspected our seats to see if eight of the ten kids had arrived. (Hope was in the nursery, and our oldest and his wife are still sparring with winter in frozen North Dakota.) One, two, three....six, seven, eight. My eyes followed to the end where Captain Fun, my husband of 28 years, finished off the row. Every single chair was occupied by a Sims.  

Suddenly, I was struck with the wonder of it: There it is. What I have wanted since I was nine years old.  I held my breath, my eyes misted.

Ninety Years? Not for Sissies.


There are two kinds of grandparents, someone said, the lonely and the tired.  Mom Dot, who turns 90 today, is part of the latter group.  

Captain Fun and I married when we were just 20 and 21, and Mom Dot gave me her stamp of approval right from the start.  I had had my eye on him for over a year, in fact, and it was at her suggestion that he finally called and asked me out.  I owe her for that one. 

I remember when we found out we were expecting our first child just a few months after we were married.
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