I can’t be arsed
It’s not me by the way. I can be arsed (if that is a thing), very much so in fact. Well, most of the time. My sons, on the other hand, are a very different. “I can’t be arsed.” “I…
Read More »It’s not me by the way. I can be arsed (if that is a thing), very much so in fact. Well, most of the time. My sons, on the other hand, are a very different. “I can’t be arsed.” “I…
Read More »Just lately treading on eggshells is a phrase that often comes to mind. Maybe it is a phase that you go through with children of a certain age. The onset of teenage years is close and it is certainly making…
Read More »With two tweens at middle school, I knew that things would change. I expected a change in attitude, I expected a new interest in clothes and hairstyles, I expected girlfriends. I did expect girlfriends. Even though they are still quite…
Read More »My two younger sons couldn’t be more different; one dark, one blonde, one reserved, one outgoing, one blue-eyed, one brown, one calm, one excitable. It certainly makes life interesting, but one area of life where they really are different is…
Read More »Every time he speaks, he has to sigh dramatically and speak to you as if you know nothing. Because of course you know nothing. Eye rolling is the only available facial expression. It is done in response to everything…
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