Tag: life as I know it

Applesauce and Pizza Birthday Surprise

Applesauce and Pizza Birthday Surprise

Well, I am officially celebrating the last of my 40s and if last week’s birthday surprise is any indication of what’s to come I am so hammering down on the birthday brakes right here folks. The day was certainly one I won’t forget with a spectacular 2:30 a.m. start as my eight-year-old son woke up running a fever. A thermometer, a cool rag and a dose of Advil signaled the end of my sleep and the start of my day.

Of course I had this whole fabulous day planned out, which was slated to start with brunch, end with dinner and contain some serious shopping in between. I was going to kick number 49’s tail and celebrate the day with friends, family and a little bit of myself. Sounds awesome, right? Wah-wah-wah. . .

Are You, or You, or You Headed to Church?

Are You, or You, or You Headed to Church?

Sometimes on Sunday mornings as I drive or ride to church, I like to imagine who else on the road is making their way to worship. While sitting at a red light or waiting my turn at a stop sign, I try to peek into the cars around me to see if someone’s clothes or the look on their faces might give me a clue to their destinations. I realize ties and smiles are not accurate indicators of someone’s path to church, but it’s all I have to work with unless I spy a “Jesus is my copilot” bumper sticker (and even at that, one never knows).

The Leaves Aren’t the Only Thing Changing Around Here

The Leaves Aren’t the Only Thing Changing Around Here

Whew! What a whirlwind autumn it has been here at the Three-Acre Wood, as usual; but with the addition of another iron to my fire I’m further behind than usual. This seems to be a common (self-inflicted) problem for my falls. Does anyone else pile way too much on their plates this time of year???

Okay, so yes, the havoc in my home has been mostly on me this last month, but it’s all been for a good cause. . . I hope. After eight years as a stay-at-home mom I’m now in the midst of making a career change (as if my former lives as first a high school teacher and then a graphic designer weren’t enough). You see, I’m a little more than spoiled when it comes to spending time with my son. Yes, I’ve been a SAHM for eight straight years, but my only child is now in second grade. While it might be difficult to justify just who I’ve been mothering for the last few years, I’m still not ready to give up the precious days of winter, spring and summer breaks with my little man.

Page 4 of 20
1 2 3 4 5 6 20