It seems that bullying at my boys’ school often takes the form of peeking over and/or under the stalls in the bathroom when someone is in there doing their business or trying to change. I just became aware of this tactic last fall, when Cody informed me that he refuses to go to the bathroom […]
Category Archive for 'Gripes'
There are many people I know who hate leftovers. Me? I’m Leftovers’ Number One Fan. Leftovers = me not having to plan another meal! I’ve said before how much I detest meal planning. I don’t mind the actual preparation, for some reason — it’s the figuring out WHAT to prepare that stumps me every time. […]
I nearly told my boys last week that there’s no such thing as Santa. I’m all for using one’s imagination, but I have serious problems with the whole Santa fantasy. You see, I never believed in Santa as a child. He was just an imaginary figure who represented Christmas, similar to The Easter Bunny being […]
The disposable mentality seems to get more prominent with each generation. My grandmother, who was an adult during the Great Depression, saved everything. She seemed to be subconsciously worried that something of a similar nature could happen again and she was going to be prepared. The only reason she doesn’t save everything she owns anymore […]
I’m deeply immersed in an article on depression, so it makes sense for me today to list the ways in which being a parent is depressing. Please, indulge me, and then make your own list to share! ψ The older my kids get, the older I look. ψ The days of picking up and leaving […]
I was going to post something profound, witty and life-altering today, but I find myself barely able to function this evening, much less dole out gems of wisdom to the masses. You see, it’s sunflower season. Sunflowers are one of my top three favorite flowers. They’re majestic, stately, yet beautiful. I drive by a field […]
I’ve written about my hatred of check-out lanes in the past, but now I’ve found yet one more reason to despise them: The magazine headlines. I have to admit that I’m not a particularly observant person. I notice people, but I don’t pay any attention to what they’re wearing. I notice my general environment, but […]