I have always wanted to be a travel writer. Doesn't everybody?
I remember years ago when I attended a writer's conference with a wonderful friend and editor.
A Chamber of Commerce rep was showing us around the city--and by that I mean lunch, coffee and tickets to a MLB game. Curious, I leaned over to her at some point and asked, "Exactly what kind of people do you try to connect with in your job?"
"Writers like yourself," she said.
I can't stop talking about it. I called my sisters. I called my friends. I Facebooked it, Tweeted it, and told anyone who would listen. I was just barely able to resist putting the news on my Linked In page, which seemed a bit unprofessional.
I started changing diapers in 1987. And this is 2015.
Twenty. Eight. Years.
Done. With. Diapers.
As you know, my husband and I have chosen to accept all the children the Lord sends. Consequently, we have had constant simultaneous seasons at our house all these years, each requiring a sense of humor.
Around our house, a new year always stirs up talk of new goals. Here are my goals- some old, some new- for 2015.
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, includingduh, huh, or a rolling of even half an eyeball.
I'm the mother, I'm the mother, I'm the mother.
Once again, the end of the year is staring me in the face. I thought I would begin to bid farewell a little early by compiling my top ten lists of, well, everything. Here is the first that came to mind.
Top Ten Essentials for a Happy Family
10. Red Sox baseball. Just kidding; I'm a big fan and with their World Series win last night, I couldn't resist.
10. A Clean(ish) Orderly(ish) House. This is last on my list because, while it certainly helps, it is just not as important as most people think.
I was doing my usual Saturday morning routine of cleaning everything in sight. With toilet brush in hand, I heard the familiar request.
"Play with us, Mom. You can be the General."
Sigh. "I can't. I am cleaning the bathrooms." Cory and Silas, in the middle of a game of battle, knew it was futile to ask again. Especially on Saturday morning.
As I swished the Comet around the toilet, an idea struck. I stepped out of the upstairs bathroom and peered over the railing, searching for my two little soldiers.