My best friend Libby and I talk every day about having kids, husbands, dogs, family, work, head lice, female issues......you get the picture! If you don't laugh at things in life, you will be institutionalized. The picture to the left is how my son likes to clean up the dog's poo in the yard; full camo, gas mask, helmet....the whole nine yards. I didn't realize it was necessary to use universal precaution when cleaning up after the family pet but hey, who am I to judge!?! There are so many things we think we should write down just to laugh at it during life and later, but who has time!? Now we do! I have four beautiful children who range in ages of 17 and graduating from high school this year, a 13 year old thespian (stage left), a 7 year old drama queen and a 2 year old who I am sure is going to play football professionally and I have the bruises to prove it. Two of my four kids have ADHD (click link for resources) , and that is challenging enough. Three of the four have asthma,and one has immune deficiency. I am pretty sure I am going to start bubble wrapping them at the start each school year. My husband is the 5-0. I'm a police/fire dispatcher. The stories I could tell about some calls.......being lucky enough to talk to the "king of all perverts" (check Fox News for that one).....having a guy fall off the heroin wagon and drive down to Detroit to trade his car for drugs, get high, decide he wants to keep his car and gets the bonus of a free drug dealer in the back seat of his car that drives home with him because they have a "business deal". And you want me to send you the police for what..........

My First Post

Whoa! I made it through another day with three kids and a moody husband. We successfully made it through the day without any accident in our pants (potty training the 2 year-old) one case of the stomach flu (the 7 year-old) and one incident of missing home work (the 13 year-old). We just got the 7 year-old and the 2 year-old into bed (although it is doubtful the 2 year-old will stay in bed) and I finally have a few minutes to breath today. So, what do I do with the well-deserved free time? I sit here plopped in front of the tv watching the Bachlorette too tired to do anything else. When I have a few moments of free time, I sometimes ponder the question why didn't my mom tell me how hard being a parent and a mom was going to be? We are bombarded with images and ideas that parenting is this glorious task and we bring these kids home from the hospital and are suppose to have these idealistic moments of euphoria and raise these perfect little human beings. They never show you in these commercials and tv programs the endless nights of kids screaming because the want to nurse every two hours and endless nights and days of cleaning up diarrhea and vomit because your kid has the stomach flu. You never see the kids throwing themselves on the floor in a store because you won't buy them the toy that they absolutely have to have or else they will die. You never see the part where they tell you they hate you and blame you for ruining their lives because you won't let them hang with their friends because they failed a test at school. Maybe my mom did tell me and I just choose not to listen. Don't get me wrong, I have wonderful kids and am so blessed every time their little faces smile at me and tell me they love me. I just wish someone would have told me how hard it was going to be.