I’m dreaming up things to clean. Chores to do. My parents would be so proud. Except I’m sort of sure they’re not. Not completely, anyway. I’m a temporary, glorified stay at home mom. Go ahead, roll your eyes. Because my kids? They’re both at school.
Category Archives: moving
My name is Michelle, and I have house fever. It’s all I can talk or think about. If you’re not familiar with the term, it’s because I coined it, (or at least that’s what I’m going with, because this is my blog and I make the rules). It’s like baby fever, minus the baby, with […]
Because as my husband has painfully learned, they change frequently, and without notice. I’d like to think it makes me quirky. D likens it to my “jewish shopping outfits” and bug eyed glasses. Just another one of those nature vs. nurture arguments, (and nature always wins, in case you were wondering).
It’s 4 am and I’m awake. What is more disgusting and disturbing? I’ve been up since 2. If you’re a parental unit or someone in my life who cannot bear to hear me curse, this is your warning. Because it’s happening. Fuuuuuuuuuuuck. (See? Totally warned you. And you read it anyway. No one to blame […]