Snack-happy Son Goes to Costco

“I’m off to Costco! Any requests?”  I shout from the  family room. Thump-thump-thump. Footsteps tread down the stairs. “I’m goin’ with you, mom,” teen son informs me. My eyes narrow, instantly suspicious. “Why?”...

Pantry Pandemonium

This bad-silly  poem is in response to a friend’s request.  Not the “badness”  mind you, but the topic. It’s a fearful subject for lots of moms.  The dreaded…the terrible…the pantry. Open up the door and beware! Look for ingredients...

Mom’s Smoke Signals

Conclave! Catholic Cardinals from around the globe are sequestered in a room until they decide on the next pope.  And how do they communicate their decision to the world? Everyone knows the answer! Black smoke means no pope chosen. White means “we have a...

Sequestration at My House

Sequestration…sequestration…that’s all I’ve been hearing about for weeks! It’s all sequestration frustration! While I drive to work, when I drive home, on the evening news. (No, I’m not telling you which channel I watch–I know...

Queen of T.P.

“We’re out of toilet paper, mom!” “There’s no more toothpaste left, honey.” “How come we don’t have any more paper towels?” Sound familiar? One of the joys of being a Mom is that ever so gradually–over the...
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