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
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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
Wrestling with Big Questions
Even though I would love to be granted the wisdom to know why my dad died, I know I won’t be. At least not in this life. But there are other questions I… Continue reading
Effortless
On Christmas night, we went to my 86-year-old grandpa’s house and watched old home videos. When I say old… I mean old. My dad would’ve turned 61 this month and there were shots… 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
What Have I Been Doing?
It’s been just over two months since my dad died. It seems like it’s been longer than that. I recounted three times… August to October… yep, two months. I miss him so much.… 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
