Without going into too much detail, there has been some talk lately in the Casa de Wampler about me returning to the work force. Notice I didn’t say “go back to work,” because then all the moms in the world would swoop down on me and be like “WE DO WORK SO QUIT UNDERMINING US MOMMY WAR FOREVER WE ARE BETTER THAN YOU DIE.” And we...

Today, Paul and I had a case of the Mondays. Blame it on the holiday weekend + Declan’s birthday party + too much junk food + not enough sleep, and you have a recipe for bitchiness in this house. And this morning, we had a buffet of bitchiness before coffee had even been poured. I, of course, was spooning out extra servings to everyone. So yea, I was tired...

Today was Declan’s fourth birthday. FOUR! I can’t believe it. Four is officially Big Boy Territory. We survived the Terrifying Threes, which really weren’t that bad, and I feel like for the most part, we are on a smooth road for a while (remind me of this the next time he loses his shit over absolutely nothing, ok? Thanks.), and I am excited about...

Something is bugging me. It’s probably stupid to even waste time thinking about it, but that’s kinda my thing. Yesterday, I took the boys to get hair cuts and as we were leaving the salon, I saw a man approaching from across the parking lot. Now, this was the middle of the day in a busy parking lot that is part of a very busy strip of businesses, so I...

Warning: This post is rated R. I cuss a lot in it. Well, more than normal. If you are offended by bad language, are an in-law of mine or have an ounce of class, I apologize. This is just how my brain works. It has been a week since I’ve blogged, thanks to poor Simon coming down with RSV and a double ear infection, which followed Paul having bronchitis, blah...

In any battle — from a card game to war — keeping your strategy a secret is key to becoming the victor. You must keep your cards close to your chest, maintain your poker face and always keep your opponent guessing. If you do these things, you can pull the rug out from under them, kick them when they are down, and come out on top, again and again. Except...