Caleb just ended another tearful, passionate rant with “So WHY DON’T MICE HAVE ROLLER COASTER RIDES DESIGNED LIKE KITTY EARS??? WHY?!?!?”

Threatening to fart on my boys’ heads if they don’t go to sleep isn’t very effective. Turns out they think that idea is super awesome.

I so adore that Jack calls them “nexterday” and “nextmorrow”.

Has anyone written a tragic ode to laundry? Pen me one! I fear my tombstone may someday read, “Beloved wife, mother; Killed by laundry.”

FAVE TYPO: Writing “Mangled” instead of “Managed”. I have Mangled: a group of new teachers, school technology, finances, art contests…

You know I need to take a break from writing when the best descriptor I can come up with is “super-dooper”. Hurl.

Jack wanted to know who was tougher so he asked Caleb to punch him in the face. Chaos ensued. Raising boys is awesome.

When Antarctica becomes (more) habitable, are we going to disregard the time zone system, or are they just screwed? en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Time_in_A…

I call this one “Mom Pants” Carrot. #vegetablesculptures instagram.com/p/dR_HuflBfi/