"It needs to be more sleek and slippery." My perfectionist is practicing cursive.

Box checked: my 8 year old can finally tie her own shoes.

I am delivering all nagging by singing telegram today. Strangely I am enjoying this more than my children.

Everyone is asleep so I'm curling up with a cup of tea and my newest seed catalog. Spring is coming eventually, right?

It has been a coffee plus red bull kind of afternoon...

6 kids who use pencils. Two sharpened pencils in the house. Broken pencil sharpener. Send help. (Imagine I'm typing this in crayon.)

A little dance party in the morning never hurt anyone.

My husband shows his love with a Big Bang Theory calendar. :)

Why is the person providing my son's speech and OT calling us to ask if he has an IEP? That's *why* she comes to our house once a week.

The third load of laundry ruined by a crayon this month? I'm on a rampage. No art supplies are safe.

Reading all these recommendations from the SLP and OT have me convinced that I am the source of every challenge in my children's lives. I have awesome genes for longevity but poor genes for functionality.

When did the top banner change to a picture of a tree?

Should I hide from the children on the front porch or in the bathroom? There's no chocolate involved, but wine will be after they're in bed!

After so many comments that I needed an avatar...here it is. How anticlimactic.

Did I need to find dead chickens in the driveway when I'm cleaning the house for my son's transition meeting?

Can someone please PM me the eyebrow shaving reason?!

I just threw away our huge bin of old, broken crayons. That was cathartic.

Confession: sometimes I steal my daughter's slap bracelet so that I can play with it.

My son is wearing barrettes and a ponytail. My MIL would pitch a fit.

Making dandelion tea! We are so weird.

I needed to finish the box so that none of the remaining cheez-its could tempt me. This is why I don't normally buy them.

Dancing around the kitchen to the Cure after everyone else is asleep? I needed that.

I'm having red wine with my hamburger helper dinner. In my defense, it's a new "classy" flavor.

There are ants in the kitchen. So I'm having a panic attack. That is all.

Is anything more disheartening than throwing in the towel and calling to order pizza...only to have no one answer and realize you need to cook after all?