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 →