Category: mi casa es tu casa


During my fight with the postpartum monster, our house got a little…out of control.  So we’re trying to scale back and get zen every chance we get.  Starting with the master bedroom, which was the opposite of relaxing with too-big furniture and laundry and guitars EVERYWHERE. Finally.  A little corner of my bedroom.  The Zen is beginning to emerge.  We’ve… Read more →

Oh fuck, it’s Thursday already.

See how bad I need this series?   So, Purgeday Thursday (working title) is upon us again, and I am so already effing up this whole weekly series thing.  (It’s nearing midnight on Thursday as I write this.  Scott is going to bed.)    But I can’t give up.   I can’t, dear readers, because I am literally drowning in crap.   And… Read more →

I think maybe…a weekly series?

I have no idea what my fingers are doing.   My brain is screaming all kinds of rational reasons why I shouldn’t put this additional pressure on myself, and yet my fingers and my guts are saying “nah…go on ahead with this one…it’s gonna be good for you.” So…[brushing angel off shoulder] I think I’m starting a weekly blog series… Read more →