The phone rang three times before I could pick it up after an awkward scramble across the room …
“Hey, kids! Time to pick up your rooms!” I holler up the stairs. Predictably, the request is met …
Christian stamps his foot hard against the tile floor, imitating his mother’s Irish dancing. He stamps three times …
The other day my husband worked a particularly long day. It doesn’t happen very often, but when it …
Wake. Feed. Dress. Transport. Bathe. Times five kiddos. I was a childcare machine, and I do mean machine. …
It’s 4:45pm again and there’s no dinner cooking on the stove. My boys are in the backyard squabbling …
It was September. I was sitting on the river bank, the sun on my face. Those late summer …
We arrived to our weekly homeschool group a few minutes late, as usual. No matter how highly I …
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