Category Archive: Til Death Do Us Part

Sequestered with Teens; Day Seven

Wow. Day seven. And our governor is talking about extending the Stay Home, Stay Healthy ordinance. I was actually excited to wake up for work this morning. It must have something to do… Continue reading

Sequestered with Teens; Day Six

This was a day of coconut milk-veggie stick communion, junk drawers, bathroom cleanings, river walks, and Robin Hood husbands. I watched church in my PJs, online. Pastor Danny was up on the stage,… Continue reading

Sequestered with Teens; Day Five

It was hard to get out of bed this morning. Almost like I didn’t know what I was going to do with myself once I was up. This is almost comical considering the… Continue reading

Sequestered with Teens; Day Four

Day Four. Right? Is it day four? I think my garbage came yesterday, so that would make today Friday. Ha… does it even matter? When I was in the shower this morning, Jesse… Continue reading

Sequestered with Teens; Day Three

Today seemed really long, and at the same time, I don’t know how it is 8:30pm already. I made myself a smoothie for breakfast this morning, but it seems like that was days… Continue reading

Sequestered with Teens; Day Two

Newness is kind of exciting, and then overwhelming, and then exhausting. Today is Day Two of the Stay-Home mandate given by our governor, but my first day working from home. Jesse set me… Continue reading

Sequestered with Teens; Day One

Governor Inslee followed suit of fellow West Coast governors and ordered Washingtonians to ‘stay put’ in their homes, only leaving to work at jobs essential to keeping the world spinning, to go get… Continue reading

This Week’s Challenge

My coworker, Christina, and I have a lot of stress in our lives right now. Real stress. Real walls-collapsing-around-us-loss-of-control-emotional-rollercoaster kind of stress. And it is so easy to get into the habit of… Continue reading

A Message to the Moms and Wives Out There

I am convinced that the most unappreciated job is that of a Mother/Wife. Talking with friends, it seems like 99% of our dismay comes from the basis of not being appreciated. I have… Continue reading

Empty Tank

I’m running on empty lately. Grieving the loss of my dad is the most exhausting activity I’ve ever experienced. Then stack on a house renovation. Three teenagers. A marriage. A day job. Trying… Continue reading