As I’m making my first coffee of the day, my husband comes downstairs dressed in a suit jacket, dress shirt, tie…and shorts. He casually flashes me a smile as he walks into his home office to begin his court hearing. My kids start asking me for a snack when it dawns on me: over the past few months my home has turned into a Gym, Court of law, Elementary School and Restaurant. Read More
Being the Parent Picked Last
I was always picked last or pretty close to it when it came time to picking dodge ball teams in elementary school. Generally, I was selected just before the kid who was eating his own boogers. Read More