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Laugh and learn as this blog is a forum to share stories that will likely leave me out of “Mother of the Year” contention. The idea of “SuperMom” has been replaced by a philosophy of “real deal parenting” where a marathon mom tries to keep pace with a 5-year old providing constant on-the-job training. A great outlet for those who might not have it all, but dearly love what they have.
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I must tell you, I was muttering "Calgon take me away!" as the day for my vacation from my family arrived. It was about two hours before my departure time to Austin, TX with two of my dearest mom friends, and I was NOT relaxed! No, I was shopping...
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The idea of a family vacation is such an oxymoron. Not that I don't love Disneyland, the locale of our last vacation, but I'd call it more of a family trip, or even an adventure, but not a family vacation. This weekend I am about to get a vacation...
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My blog has been on hiatus this week as we've been spending time with Mickey and the gang in California. Yep, we took 5-year old Dylan to Disneyland and then capped it off with a trip to the beach. I will share vacation details in a later blog, but...
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Well, it hit me like a blast of air conditioning on a summer day in Texas -- I have lost all sense of focus. The realization came last week after I dropped 5-year old Dylan off at school. As usual, I'm frantic to deliver him on time and have everything...
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I'd like to think I'm an itsy-bit in control of my life, but leave it to a 5-year old to shatter that illusion. In my pre-mom days the idea of "control" was precious as a Fabergé egg. Now I fully recognize that egg has been heaved off...
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I recently started my journey of running about 700 miles in 16 weeks. Final destination: White Rock Marathon in Dallas. Before you think I've tied my running shoes a bit too tight, leaving my brain oxygen deprived, consider my options: (A) Run with...
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I think I’ll research “mommy amnesia” today, to see if anyone else can’t remember anything besides just me. In my pre-pregnancy days, I used to be focused – working in the area of career services at the Missouri School of Journalism. I could remember...
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