Back to School; Back to School; To Prove to Daddy I’m not a Fool


First day of school for my 1st grader and kindergartener. I typically wake up a little early to take my daily medication before I actually have to get up. My medication requires me to not eat or drink for one hour after consumption. I plan it out strategically so when my alarm actually does go off I can have my coffee. Now remember how I said it was the first day of school? Yea, it’s also the one day I took the wrong medication at 5 am and can’t have my coffee until after I walk the kids to school. Yea for alarm clocks, feverishly packing school lunches because you forgot to the night before and fighting with your child over which uniform ensemble to wear. Summer vacation is over!

I’m sure a few of our readers can sing with me-

“I’ve got my shoes tied tight, my lunch bag packed; I hope I don’t get in a fight”.

Can anyone take a guess as to why I am walking around my house singing this song at the top of my lungs annoying my children today? Well you don’t have to guess, I’m so excited I just can’t wait for you-school is back in session! Bug started yesterday and Diva started today. I might even pop open a bottle of wine to celebrate. Hell, I definitely will pop open a bottle of wine to celebrate. However, I have a feeling a few of our other readers are gasping and clinging tightly to their children reading in horror as I want to celebrate the joyous occasion of only having one child left in the nest.

Let me explain; I feel like society expects us as devoted mothers to shutter and lock our children away in their rooms to never grow up and stay our babies forever. For those mommies, I found this published at Lessons from the Middle


It’s sweet, it’s sentimental and it’s heart warming. Can I also add it’s a year jerker?

However, I’m not blowing my nose and wiping away tears that easily. The last page is filled out in the baby books (wait, did I have baby books?) and the door is closed on another chapter in our household.

I could sit her and sob over my two eldest in school and wish the baby wouldn’t grow up, but isn’t that what parents are suppose to do? We want to raise our children up and boost their self esteems to be confident people to go out and explore the world. If we let them see us cry and be sorrowful, our children will only feel like we were holding them from something bigger and better and regret us later on. What well adjusted child leaves their mother crying over leaving the nest? None. However, what well adjust parent cries tears of sorrow over their children leaving? The answer should be none.

We should be celebrating and rejoicing over their accomplishments and our own accomplishment for keeping them alive long enough to get that far. No one hands us a parenting book upon leaving the hospital. Nevertheless, at least we can provide our children with the support and lessons to conquer the world, or at least first grade, one clean Kleenex at a time.

So raise those glasses and let’s toast to another year of keeping our sanity, keeping our kids alive and keeping a promise to ourselves we will be happy for our children knowing they will one day grow their own set if wings.


JUST SIT DOWN! A Lesson from a List Maker


This summer including a lot of projects from unpacking the new house, setting it up, decorating it and finishing other projects I started at our last duty station. However, I scaled back my normal busy project filled summer to spend more time with family and the kids. It is nice to take a step back from reality and see through all the to-do lists, chores and projects you feel MUST get done. I admit I do this all the time. My priorities get a little mixed up at times and I am working hard at 30plus years of age to change that. I also admit I wish I could go back in time and figure this out six years ago when I became a first time parent. Nevertheless, I was always the child who wanted to grow up to fast and that hasn’t slowed down. I always plan for the future, like the way way off future; instead of living for the now or at least this week. So I guess you can say this summer has been about taking a break from life to find… life.

During the rest of the year I get caught up in doctors appointments, therapy appointments, IEP meetings, MOPS and more. I like being  busy; it is how I survive. If I sit down for too long I will never get back up and if I never get back up I will sink deeper and deeper into that deployment couch, bed or the fetal position. However, there are times when you need to put yourself on the couch, bed or chair and take a deep breath.

Start little. It doesn’t mean you have to sit there for hours watching and playing. Today I sat for an hour outside, phone inside, and watched and played with my kids. It was fun and tiring. I swear they never run out of energy. After all the swimming and jumping on the trampoline, they were far from done and wanted to go on a bike ride. Errr… this momma doesn’t ride bikes and knowing my children I would end up having to pull two home while pushing SB.

So take 10 minutes or an hour, if you think you can stand it, and enjoy life. Take a deep breath in and smell the fresh grass your neighbor is cutting (and try not to think about the weeds you need to pull in the front yard) because the summer is almost over and soon you will have plenty of projects and to-do lists to complete.


Summer Heat… And I Don’t Mean the Temperatures


Summer vacation is winding down; oh no. I. Am. So. Sad. I don’t really know how to write sarcasm, but that was it folks because I can’t wait until August 27th when both Bug and Diva will be in school full time. Don’t get me wrong. I have loved this summer off from therapists and appointments. It has allowed us to be free with our plans and let me enjoyed our children at their finest moments (and their unfinest).

Of course that meant I have a army of stories to share. My spawn never disappoint. We cried, yelled, smiled and laughed. This summer has taught us many new lessons as a family and opened up opportunities for our children they have never had before.

First up, pets. Real pets. Not no swimming guppies in a tank. We are talking real furry pets that require care and responsible owners. Err… I haven’t met those people yet, however, after a month I can safely say our pets are still alive and the kids aren’t asking to take them back.

And now for a story for your enjoyment.

At this point in their little furry cute lives, both Dog and Cat are not fixed. Don’t worry folks that will be fixed next week (no pun intended). However, Mother Nature likes to remind us all she is still in charge. Let me also quickly refer you back Manhood and Bugs adverse reaction to blood.

When I saw drops of blood in Cats bed after returning home from shopping, I got worried. The amount did not scare me. What scared me was Bug and Diva noticing and me have one bleeding dog and two hysterical children. I quickly picked up her bed and rushed Cat outside away from the children so I could inspect her. I guessed while we were out Catdog got a little too rowdy playing. However, I couldn’t find the source of the bleed. I let Catdog back in the house and immediately saw droplets of blood on the floor.

I needed to call the vet anyways regarding next weekend appointment. While confirming the appointment I mentioned how our poor baby was bleeding and I couldn’t find where from. And then it hit me. Ewwwww. Yea, eww. Do I need to go into more detail? Ok, fine.

I explained to the vet tech that our dog was bleeding from her, um, ya know- special area. The person on the other line just laughed, “you never have a dog in heat?!”. Well no dear. If I had I wouldn’t have just made a fool of myself telling you my dog was on her period. But now explain that to our five and six year old. Yup, I decided it was time for bed. I think that explanation can be saved for another time and place; one where daddy is home to do it



Organizing Our Chaos: Summer Hiatus


Yesterday I posted about my summer abroad visiting family and loving life back on the mainland after FOUR YEARS (I still can’t get over that!) of island living. I’ve been sporadic with my posting and begging my co-blogger to help out. She has been amazing, but now we both are at the point mid-summer where we are just having to much fun and enjoying our family.

As you know we are a family blog. We love to share our funny, positive stories along with how to manage and organize chaos while raising children with special needs with a dash of being military wives. Enjoying your family, despite diagnosises, is our most important point we like to make. Furthermore, because of that we can going to cut back on our daily posts to live what we preach. Hopefully, we can provide you with new entertaining stories like Dirty Water and Manhood. Take the rest of the summer to read some past articles and familiarize yourself more with who we are and what we our mission.

Mommy Moment Monday…Popsicles for lunch kinda day

For many, summer vacation has just begun. The sweetness of knowing there are several weeks between present day and the first day of school. Getting dressed in the morning and putting on your bathing suit instead of clothes. Grilling for dinner every night and never getting tired of it. Sitting in lawn chairs as the sun sets surrounded by friends and swatting at mosquitos. Slip ‘n’ slide fun followed by popsicles for lunch.

Here’s to your great summer, hoping it’s more fun than you can stand.