I love my kids, but sometimes I hate being a mom

It’s six o’ clock in the morning and my boys are awake.  They “sneak” into my bedroom and try to crawl into bed with me.  I sleepily protest and send them back to their room.  I can hear them jumping off their beds and wrestling each other to the floor as I doze back to sleep for a few minutes, only to be forced out of bed by the hungry cries of my five month old daughter.

I try to rub the sleep out of my eyes as my daughter persistently nurses.  It had been another “cat-nap” night as I drowsily attended to a son’s nightmare induced sobs, followed soon after by a late night feeding for baby.  Continue reading

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How Jillian Michaels Pointed Me Towards God

Sweat poured off my body as I strained to finish my last 30 second rep of plank jacks.  My muscles were burning from all the previous strength exercises:  walking push-ups, static lunges, arm curls, to name a few.  I had one minute of abs to complete and my twenty minutes of progress and pain would be over.  A two-minute cool-down and a much-needed shower would complete my workout routine…  Continue reading

Ode To My Astro Mini-Van

I drive a 1998 Chevy Astro Mini Van.  It has well-worn gray cloth upholstery, bench seats that are heavy and awkward to move, a tape deck (yes, that’s right, a tape deck), and one sliding door that rattles and squeaks.  There are no power doors or remote power locks, which means I actually have to walk up to my vehicle and insert a key into the door to unlock it.   The driver side power window rolls down without a problem, but doesn’t always come back up on the first, or second, or third attempt.  Oh, and did I mention that it is rear wheel drive? Continue reading