If you are reading this post you at some point clicked “FOLLOW”, maybe because you have known me since I was in diapers (though I no longer am, let me be clear), maybe because we went to school back in the days when I owned a Debbie Gibson-style hat (and wore it to school though sadly there are no photographs to document this), or maybe because you were sleep-scrolling on your phone and thought, sure, I’ll read the random ramblings of this lady and follow her blog and never think about it again.
Not everyone is so lucky that have a mom in heaven who sends them prank YouTube videos.
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Why is it that when you know your scale is broken you still always assume everyone else’s scale is broken and ha ha don’t they know the only accurate reading is visible only to you in the privacy of your bathroom?
This morning my four-year-old woke up, strutted into the living room stark naked and declared “Good morning my little lovely!” Now that’s… Read more Fierce
3:01 a.m. 4-year old: “Maaaaaaaah-meeee, it’s time to watch Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles!! Time to make the caaaaaaaaawwwwfeeeeee!”
me: “No, it’s definitely not. Go back to sleep.”
The neighbor’s pine tree was removed today. It stood several inches away from our property line. But it felt like my tree. The… Read more The Pine Tree (But it’s Not About the Tree)
That was the three-year-old in response to stuffing being placed on her thanksgiving plate. The nerve! You don’t even want… Read more I don’t like onions! I make them cry!
Flashback to 1983. My parents are watching Dallas in the basement with their friends. I’m at the top of the stairs, trying not to squeak the steps, hunched in a nightgown with my knees pulled tight. Of course my mom sees me and yep, she is upset. Despite her frustration she lets me sit on the floor and join them in watching the number one show of 1983.
My mom had to do this a lot–put up with a kid who was awake until all hours of the night. Usually it was just the two of us. She’d let me watch Love Boat on the tiny black and white TV in our kitchen while she made popcorn. Initially she would be exasperated (Of COURSE she was, adult Sarah gets it now!) but she always softened and lovingly let me join her in her late night routine.
Let me write it out right here in case my prayers haven’t reached my mother: MOM I AM SO SORRY FOR WHAT I PUT YOU THROUGH. MOM HOW DID YOU DO IT. MOM YOU POOR WOMAN YOU NEVER. GOT. A. BREAK!
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I read about some music that has been proven by science to be the most relaxing and I thought, a HA! WE WILL TRY THIS.
So while my husband was trying to get the kid to sleep I listened to it to try it out. I nearly fell asleep. Oh this was good.
When it was (inevitably) my turn to take over trying to get this child to go the f to sleep, I brought my handy music playlist.
This is a recap of how it went down…