Friday, December 6, 2013

A Letter To My Boys

A Letter To My Boys
Dear Ben and Blake, I was watching you play tonight at YaYa and PaPa's house when I was there to pick you up after work and I couldn't help  it...all I could do was stare at you.  You both bounced from one thing to the next with such purpose and at the same time with no care in the world.  You…

Wednesday, November 13, 2013

My Semi-Shallow Thankful List

It is almost Thanksgiving.  Which means the return of the Piekarz Family Thankful Turkey...or, as Ben would translate, the thank you chicken we pray to.  We have all ended (most) days this month by writing down what we are thankful for on a paper feather and are working our way towards a whole turkey…

Friday, October 25, 2013

Imperfect Parent

I am not the parent I thought I would be back before I had kids. Let's face it...I am not that parent tonight that I thought I would be this morning at 5:30 when nobody was awake yet.  Today my plan was simple...wake up, don't lose my cool, go to bed. That plan was completely shot by 6:15 a.m…

Saturday, September 7, 2013

1624 Lakeside Drive

It's a funny thing...moving, that is. It's this whirlwind of a process that is  months  in the making and then in a matter of a day or two you have relocated everything you own into a million piles and boxes in a new place that you are now supposed to call home. It's exciting and scary an…

Sunday, August 25, 2013

One. More. Week.

One. More. Week.
We are moving one week from today.  Or, as Ben would say, we are moving in 7 sleeps.  I have spent the better part of the last month packing, painting, having a hard time breathing due to the completely overwhelming amount of clutter, arguing with whoever is here about this house being a mess, browsi…

Wednesday, July 17, 2013

What Happens When Mommy Leaves For Work...

What Happens When Mommy Leaves For Work...
Ah, summer.  The days of bike rides and trips to the park, of water gun fights and playing the iPad outside instead of on the couch. The days of the house smelling like an oddly enjoyable combination of outside, sunscreen and smelly shoes, of a steady pile of beach towels and grass stained clothes o…

Wednesday, July 10, 2013

This week sucks. This blog does not.

This week sucks. This blog does not.
This week sucks.  And I feel bad for myself.  And I have been spending my fair share of time doing so. And then, when I'm in the midst of feeling bad for myself, I hear this seriously annoying voice in my head saying "There are people with far less than you who are having a better day than yo…