Tag: raising kids

And that just happened

Don’t let the picture fool ya! So I’m sitting outside my daughter’s school, waiting for play practice to get out, and my car begins freaking out. The locks begin clicking…the lights come on and go out,...

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I am that parent!

Do you remember being younger, when all that was offered on television was about 4 channels. And you had to turn the dial on the antennae to pick them up? Am I showing my age? Or were we the only poor family who didn’t...

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Sleep Anyone?

I was particularly grumpy today. I’ve been that way for the last week or so. Why is it that most parents I talk to, all agree that after their kids go to sleep, they feel the need to stay up late and enjoy the alone time?...

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My Wish

Ever wish your kids had some of the things you did while they’re growing up? Every wish you had some of the things they have now? I’d say I wish more for the first question. I wish my children had more of the freedom...

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Never Ceasing to Surprise Me

I used to begin my days by logging into Yahoo news and reading all the horrific tales of people. I stopped. I had to. I found that for the next couple hours, while the images were still fresh in my head, I couldn’t focus....

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To Keep, or Not to Keep

Today is a lazy Sunday. You would think I would take this time to write. I did stay in bed an extra hour, plotting about Amy. But no. I did not write. Perhaps I’ll blog about that issue at a later time. Today I began...

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Technology Today

I was driving down the road today and saw the funniest and sad thing. Weird, right? It was a little girl standing at the end of her driveway, waiting for the school bus. She had a little pink coat with a fur trimmed hat, and her...

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So much to do…

I can’t remember the last time I was this busy! It’s fun in a way, but overwhelming in another. I’ve had to make up a notebook to store all the things I have to do. (That was the best part! I added stickers to...

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To Tattle or Not to Tattle

Being the youngest child, I prided myself in being the family’s tattler. It didn’t make me popular with my siblings by any means, but it got me praised by my parents. “Good job, Julie. Now, tell me if they do...

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