If you’re here looking for a post that explains how I installed our bamboo floors or how we replaced a toilet bowl in our house, you’re going to be disappointed. Maybe some other time. What I’m about to tell you will save you years of time – I’m sure of it. These words of maternal wisdom are the result of years of careful research and experimentation. I can tell you with nearly absolute scientific certainty (margin of error +/- 68%) that, instead of delegating tasks, you should do it yourself, Mom.
This should be a post where I tell you all about how I ran a great Boilermaker this weekend. The Boilermaker is among the largest 15K road races in the United States, and a race I’ve trained for and run for the past several years. Except this year. Oh, I ran alright, but on very little training. That’s neither smart nor advisable, especially on a warm day in July.
The promise I make to you – who click over here every day and read what I have to say – is that I will be honest, no matter how uncomfortable it makes me feel. So here it goes:
(Note: After this post was completed, my husband felt compelled to defend his position. You’ll see his comments after mine. Welcome to our first “He Said, She Said”, I guess!)
There are parts on men that are (I think we can all agree) not attractive. Entertaining? Yes. Nice to look at? Maybe. Does that extend to feet? Furthermore, does ‘unattractive’ trump ‘comfort’? I don’t mean pajamas at Wal-Mart, I mean flip flops.
Last winter, we all went on a cruise that included stops at some gorgeous Caribbean beaches. My husband, Dave, wore sneakers. On the beach. In the ocean! Pretty much everywhere. He is a conscientious objector to flip flops. In his words, “men should not wear flip flops.” For me, the day the weather finally becomes warm enough to wear flip flops, I get a pedicure, do a happy dance, and pop those babies right on my feet. What other item of footwear can be gotten for $1? The bargain price is obviously a sign that we are all meant to wear flip flops when summer rolls around.
When you’re the parent of teenaged girls, they ask you all sorts of questions. These questions seem straightforward enough, but like a desert in a war zone, they’re really booby trapped. Let’s face it, the reality is that we didn’t actually DO (or NOT do) many of the things we advise our own kids to do (or not do.) That’s how I found myself talking to kids about drinking the other night.
Let me set the scene: we were enjoying a sushi dinner the other night, with all three children, along with our “fourth child” – a friend of the girls’, who spends so much time with us that she might as well move in. Which, by the way, would be fine, because she’s definitely the most responsible of our kids. Considering our recent track record for peaceful meals out, we were having a surprisingly pleasant time. And then…
Let’s face it, Pinterest can be an endless rabbit hole of clothing, crafts and cookery. I currently have over 2,000 pins. They’re a mix of decorating ideas, recipes, inspirational quotes, crafts and a ton of other things I just plain like. I’ll be honest: I’ve probably tried about 1.79% of them. I made a wreath once. And I hung our kayaks on the garage wall. More than anything, I’ve tried some recipes because I’m always looking for easy dinners to make. Some were terrible, but some were delicious! Maybe you have a Pinterest board full of promising dinner ideas, too. Let me share my absolute favorites out of that 1.79% that met the “realist mom” standard: quick, easy and not super processed.