Sometimes, parenting is not all fun and games. Sometime, frankly, it's a pain in the tuckus.

Having five children means I have received Mother's Day gifts in every shape, size and category over the last (let's just say many) years.

This post may be a smorgasblog, but stay with me. I'm tired. I'm hungry. I smell a little like stale breastmilk.

I was having lunch recently with three girlfriends, two of whom have children ranging from grade schoolers to recent college graduates. The other friend is a teacher.

It has been said we women use about 20,000 words as well as five tones of voice in any given day. That’s a lot of words, girls!

I'm what's known as a wanna-be clean freak. That is, my desires to have a clean, orderly home and workplace are derailed by my rank ineptitude and laziness.

I am passionate about causes, but I’m not particularly good at seeking out ways to be charitable.

Mother's Day is almost here.

Nothing and no one could ever take the place of the Colts in Kalisha's head and heart. However, there isn't much going on "Colts wise" right now and Kalisha needs to be fixated on something.

Sometimes I just say ..."what????" No matter how long I have known Kalisha or think I have covered all the bases, she is quite astute at creating a situation I have not covered.