We decorated our tree tonight. My order-loving husband hid his eyes in the kitchen and busied himself with sanitizing the already clean counter tops as to avoid watching the kids put 70 ornaments in the same one foot square again. Watching them like...
With a family like mine you get used to it. How something’s always just a little off. You learn to stop being overly concerned by what people may think. Like how this summer the dog had completely chewed off the straps of Chloe’s only brand new pair...
I went to the doctor this week to have her look at my elbow, which has been hurting terribly for quite some time. During my exam, the doctor asked me what kind of motions I do with my arm. I just looked at her a second, not really knowing how to...
This is a picture of my nearly 13 year old daughter, Chloe, about to attend her very first school dance. Now, I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking, “Why, Kerri, I would have expected an actual photograph of such a momentous occasion as a...
I live in Sonoma County California. As you may know, this is the county currently being ravaged by wildfires once again. The power has been out for days, sirens are near-constant, people are panicked, then zombies, then back to panicked again. The...
I’ve been kind of hard on myself lately. Daily running through a list of things I should have gotten done. The header of my paper “Ways I Underachieved Again Today.” Should have dusted, should have called that place back, should have added that one...
I got placed on the school harvest party committee. An email went out to the moms involved and I was the only one not named Brianna. The email talked about us planning a time to get together and brainstorm about games and craft ideas, but all I...
I have a new guilty pleasure. Lifetime’s “Married at First Sight.” The premise is three brand new couples, matched by relationship experts, who agree to have their first meeting with one another be at the end of their wedding aisle. They’ve never...
Sometimes I’m just tired of the running. Tired of shuffling kids through all the To-Do’s. Put on shoes. Grab the bag. Get in the van. Buckle seatbelt, unbuckle seatbelt, buckle seatbelt again. My youngest, Paige, a die-hard Home-Body, has been known...
I taught my seven year old to use the microwave today, and sat back feeling accomplished. See? I was doing OK. I was fine with increasing displays of just how big they’re all getting! I was mature enough to handle gifting them these tools of...