I rarely visit the PIF facebook page. I know my stuff goes there automatically, and I do nothing more with it. Admittedly, this is probably a bad thing. So today I decided to at least look at the page and was accosted by the large dark gray banner at the top, the one I’m supposed to cover up with a photo. Sigh. I guess I’d better finally do that, I thought.
So I scanned our most recent photos and came across ones from our trip to the Natural History Museum over spring break. The experience for a parent, I soon realized, was not so much about seeing the exhibits as it was keeping the kids corralled. It was all about them. They are so selfish.
It was difficult to impossible to keep them all together, so my husband and I were on zone defense, frequently making eye contact across the semi-crowded rooms and holding up either one or two fingers to indicate how many children we had within close proximity. So long as we both knew how to count to three, we were okay. Read the rest of this entry
by my five-year-old:
“I’m going to lay on the couch for a nap.”
“I’m taking a nap now.”
“This is the last time you’ll hear from me before I fall asleep.”
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Last Friday I received a package in the mail from the publisher of the book I co-authored, 101 Tips for a Happier Marriage. It was two copies of the book but with a completely different look. Bewildered, I read the accompanying letter and discovered that Pauline Publications India was republishing our book!
I was floored! I immediately picked up my phone to call Jennifer, my co-author. As I was about to push the button for her number, she called me. I answered, “I was just dialing your number!” (How long before that statement makes no sense any more?)
“Did you get your mail today?” she asked.
“That’s what I was going to say to you!”
We did our own respective happy dances. Mine involved jumping on various pieces of furniture. I would imagine her response was more sedate and stately. (Fine, I didn’t jump on any furniture. I probably did a bit of hopping up and down, though.) We could hardly believe it. We’d gone international!
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Nina at sleepingshouldbeeasy.com asked me to do a guest post on the above topic. And so I did! Having a happy marriage is what I’m all about. You could even say I wrote the book on it. Oh, wait! I did!
Thanks, Nina, for posting! You can find my article on her website here.
P.S. It was also posted on Mercatornet.com and CreativeMinorityReport, in case you happen to frequent either of those.
Which is why I bring you another extremely late story.
What is it? Almost February? Who’s writing this post? She needs to get with it!
Christmas morning, we were driving home from church, and I thought back to the previous Christmas when I attempted a post-Mass Starbucks run. A car ahead of us had the same idea, but, making the discovery that Starbucks was closed, the driver turned around and made eye contact as she passed, giving us a head shake and a frown. I thought that was so cute and sweet of her. We were united in our disappointment.
Remembering that incident, I sat despondently in my seat on the drive home this Christmas. I longed for a warm, tasty beverage. “I wish I hadn’t recently drunk the last of my candy cane green tea,” I said sadly to my husband. I should have saved the last tea bag for today.
He merely nodded.
This stuff is so good that when I drain the mug, I suck on the bag. What? I don’t have a problem. Quit judging me!
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