Welcome to the first ever installment of “Mailbag Monday!”
I thought it would be fun, on Mondays, to discuss topics or answer questions on anything. ANYTHING. One question or one topic a week, but for this week, I decided I would do two because they are both SUCH good questions and also, because they’re the only two people who responded: Keep reading this post »
These posts are usually better for the ladies, but if you’re a boy, you can still read it. You probably just won’t like it that much.
I’m not saying these are all about me. I’m just saying if you feel the same, or you have done it too, you’re not alone.
You’re not alone if…
…when you try to use your DVD or TV, you have to say the steps OUT LOUD because there is a lot to do and it is very confusing.
…you stop in the middle of exercising to get a snack.
…you don’t comment on someone’s social media post, not because you don’t have something to say, but because you don’t want to get a full day of notifications that have nothing to do with you. Keep reading this post »
If you’re here, it’s probably because you got an update on the Dim Sum and Doughnuts Facebook page or you’re one of the MILLION followers I have on Twitter. In light of everything I have been posting on those pages, I know you’re expecting a camp story. But, no. This one actually happened when I left camp:
To start, let me explain that camp is its own little world. Everything you need is at camp. You could go several weeks without ever leaving, and lots of people (campers) are fine with that. But not me. Sometimes I need to leave. I have to spend money. I’m sorry, I just do. I don’t need to spend a lot, just something. This year, I made it 3 days before I needed to get the “F” out. Keep reading this post »
The first day of camp is an emotionally driven day filled with bittersweet, mixed feelings. Excitement and anxiety are literally playing Tug of War in the stomach of almost every parent and camper.
The kids that are going off to day camp, that’s a big step, but the kids that are leaving for overnight camp—that’s hard core. I imagine it’s very similar to sending a kid off to college, but with bathing suits and Mad Libs. I also imagine that I, too, would feel my oatmeal on its way up if I had to put my kids on a bus, kiss them good-bye and hope for the best, but I don’t, because I’m on the other side.
I’m at camp. So, while the parents who had to say good-bye are all sad and crying, I’m jumping up and down waiting for the busses to pull up and the kids to come piling out.
“Welcome to camp, yo!!!! Keep reading this post »
When Kay Bratt, the child advocate and highly acclaimed author, asked me if I wanted to do a “Blog Roll,” of course I agreed. I had no idea what she was talking about, but I was honored that she thought of me. Plus, I could never say “No” to her; she is the talented author of Silent Tears (among other amazing books…)
I remember reading Silent Tears years ago and I was so inspired that I put some random FB post up about it and then I went into Frankie’s room and woke her up and hugged her tight. I thought Kay Bratt was the most amazing person. How crazy is it that she is actually in my life FOR REAL now? Keep reading this post »
The end of the school year is a crazy time of recitals, parties, graduations (all that end-of-the-year stuff) and with those events comes times, dates and rules. For me, it got a little overwhelming. I just couldn’t seem to get it together. I seriously got to the point where I was starting to take the “Announcements” from my daughter’s first grade teacher, personally. Keep reading this post »
When my daughter, Frankie, was in kindergarten, she asked me how to spell FREELOADER for a homework assignment. I thought it was funny so I put it on my Facebook wall.
After the photo went up, someone very special sent it to the right person and it went viral. If you’re not familiar, here’s one of the links (but come back after you’re done!) http://www.buzzfeed.com/erinchack/kids-who-are-too-literal-for-their-own-good?bffb
Frankie’s online presence was a fun time for our family, especially Frankie. She got a little bummed when her piece was introduced on TV and the host assumed she was a boy— but still, she enjoyed her early moments of online fame. Frankie’s homework made a lot of people smile, but not everyone. Keep reading this post »
Recently, there was a contest on the Dim Sum and Doughnuts Facebook page. As part of the prize, the winner got to ask a question or choose a topic (any topic) and I would have to write about it. This was the topic:
I have the hardest time balancing staying home with my kids and “working” a small part time job. I work from home, but feel guilty about the one-two hours each day that I have to work. I also feel that my guilt builds stress and I find myself getting angry with my kids more easily. Do you have any recommendations on ways to resolve the guilt, give the kids what they need, and give myself what I need to fulfill my soul? Thanks so much!! Keep reading this post »
I’m throwing one out there for Throwback Thursday!
It’s an oldie, but still one that I love. I hope you like it and if you do, please consider SHARING it with others.
A little PSA action never hurt anyone, right? Sometimes it even helps …Who knows? I don’t know. Let me know.
Lying is bad. I don’t think there is anyone out there who would disagree. And to me, the worst part about lying is not the deceit, it’s the fact that I will always question the person who lied, and anything they say, in the future. Plus, lying can become a habit, and as most habits go, the more people do it, the better they become.
My kids are liars. Thankfully, at this point, they are both very bad at it. I have two girls; one is 4 and one is 7. They know that lying is bad. They know that Mommy hates it, and they know that if they get busted, it is big, BIG trouble. But still, they lie. I don’t get it. I told them a long time ago If you tell the truth, no matter how bad it is, you will NOT get into trouble, but if you LIE… it’s all over.
How is that not a good deal? Keep reading this post »