Sundays are for family.
We usually sleep in as late as two kids will sleep, cuddle up in Mom and Dad’s…all four of us, have a big lazy breakfast, watch a movie or two in our PJs, head over to visit great Grandpa, and have dinner at his favorite restaurant.
My grandfather had this giant motorhome he would park right in his driveway. This thing was legit seeming like it was a hundred feet long! It slept quite a few of us when we all trekked to Florida one year. All told, there were 4 adults and about 6 kids ranging in age from one to about fifteen, I think. This motorhome had a name…Edgar.
There was this teacher long ago. She took an interest in me when I felt like I was invisible in a sea of a half dozen other McKenna kids. Yes. We were THAT Irish Catholic family.
I’ve always been mistaken for being younger than I am. People are surprised when they hear that my age is Continue reading
McKenna has opinions. All kinds of opinions.
Foods she eats.
Movies she does not like.
Sweaters she will wear and more often not wear.
Shoes she loves.
Being a mom is HARD. I just want some uninterrupted sleep. Is that too much to ask? It must be since I’m slicing about this twice in just 5 days.
I hear the cough from my own bed. How can someone so small cough so much? It’s been nicknamed by some of the PTAÂ moms the Continue reading
I hear the call loud and clear. I lie there quietly hoping my husband hears it louder and clearer, knowing perfectly well it’s my turn to answer. Who am I kidding? Continue reading
I’m not sure how it started exactly. I was a million months pregnant and had a screaming toddler in the car. I gave in. We cruised through the Continue reading
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