Tomorrow is Mother’s Day. Let me hear a whoop-whoop from the peanut gallery. Ah, Mother’s Day! A day of great expectations and high aspirations. Look it. Here’s my unbiased advice for surviving the day. Let’s just all take a b-iiii-gggg breath. And then, let us exhale in unison. Now. Let us release all those fuzzy, …
Hey! Welcome all!!! Glad you are here…at this time and at this place. With me. Sharing my writing and this space called Pursuit of a Joyful Life! I am humbled by your presence. A few words about my writing, my blog and the name of this group. I named my blog “Pursuit of a Joyful …
It’s okay to rue the day you’ve just lived. And thank your lucky stars that it is over. We know you are still the greatest, Mom. And it is also okay if there is not one moment of that day in which you lived completely and joyfully in the moment. Or one moment wherein you …
Last night was kind of the crowning glory for me. A moment in time when I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me whole. And to be sure. I have had my fair share of awkward moments. Moments when my truly funny life has imitated fiction. Watch me in action for about five …
My baby turned six today. Happy birthday, M.A. You bundle of energy, you ball of fire. You, my own little spitfire. I love you to the moon and back. Who would’ve ever thought we would get this far, intact. Intact being the key word here, and don’t think I don’t mean it. Intact, with most …
That moment. When you feel so very, very horrible. And all because you have left your middlest child at the rink, waiting for the better part of an hour because you had no way to get in touch with her. And all because you were driving from Point A to Point B to Point C …
I succumbed to new depths of misery today, in the form of the after-school ski program. I literally, no word of a lie, pulled Littlest One up three cross-country ski- hills, most of which while holding both her poles and mine. And the only music to my ears was her incessant wailing, I mean full-out …
Whomever. Mistakenly claimed that ‘storm days are fun.’ Did not have the exquisite pleasure of living with a bevy of kidlets as is my distinctive delight. Two storm days back-to-back, and I am more exhausted and wrung out now than I was Friday afternoon at 3:00 p.m. I now know why some animals eat their …
Me: “Students, what are mammals?” Students: “They’re those animals on the movie Madagascar.” ****************** Me:(after a not so quiet, Quiet Time) “Students, do you know the meaning of the word “still” ? Female Student (using a very loud voice): “NO!!!!!! I DON’T KNOW WHAT IT MEANS????!!!” No, dear. I don’t reckon you do. And… …
Humble pie always is the hardest to swallow. But before I get to that, let’s start with this. Wednesday’s incident. I was still trying to get over that. Wednesday. Our busiest day of the week, hands down. We have umpteen dozen things to do between dawn and dusk, and that’s just the day job. Then …
I am driving our van toward my second Christmas concert of the day (third if you count this morning’s rehearsal), when I become aware that I don’t have Youngest Daughter on board. At the moment of realization, I am at the rink picking up Second Oldest from ice-skating junior’s, as I have just left piano …
My kids occasionally ask me what it is I want for Christmas. Which completely throws me… because I place very little stock in what I receive at Christmas. Whereas I realize this is the very large part of what makes Christmas magical for them. So lately, and after reading one Mama’s very consumer-driven, grown-up Christmas …