So this happened: my daughter got her heart broken by her Internet boyfriend.
My son's advancement to first grade means both my children have homework most nights. And, people, I am telling you now, I am having trouble.
Last night, when I inquired about homework, my son quickly said he didn't have any and tried to hide his homework folder so I couldn't look inside. Naturally, this rang alarm bells.
I have been repeatedly challenged on Facebook to name 10 books that have stayed with me over the years.
With last week's starting of school, my family has had to re-jigger our mornings so that everyone gets to where they need to be by the ungodly hour when the sun just begins to rise.
My favorite place this not-so-warm summer has been on our back porch, which was built onto the side of our house as an apparent afterthought.
If the temperatures are rising, it's a given that cars will be packed and folks all across the country will be taking their version of the Great American Vacation (™).
As a child, I imagined what kind of a home I'd live in when I was out on my own. It would be tastefully furnished, with matching couch and love seat and it would perpetually be tidy.
So listen, y'all. After last week's manifesto and declaration of war, things have been looking up at my house.
These days, I feel like I'm fighting a war in my home. It's me against the two short people, the dog and the cat.