The first word that came to mind when someone asked how my day was today was “relentless.” My day was relentless. From the moment the alarm went off in my freezing cold bedroom to right now, I have been counting down the moments for this day to end.

I could have predicted this, but I didn’t. Here are the signs it was coming:

I just finished my period. I’m always exhausted at the tail end of my period. Ugh.

The kids have been sick since last week. I’m sure I’m fighting it off myself — mercifully with some degree of success so far.

I’ve been woken up in the middle of the night every night since last week. See also “sick kids.” This is on the heels of my having run a marathon challenge a week ago and having been in Vegas for a conference the week before that — with zero recovery time.

The laundry still isn’t caught up from my being away. Extra laundry from work travel and extra laundry from people being sick plus all the extra laundry from doing four races in two days last weekend has added up to a big old pile of clothes I just do not want to look at.

I’m getting ready to go out of town. Yeah, again. This time for pleasure but still. I feel like I just unpacked. And I didn’t even put my clothes away yet because they’re somewhere in Mount Foldmore in my living room.

We’re all tired of being cooped up. It’s been a WEEK. Seriously, kids, can you like develop an immune system already? Jeez.

We realized the shower has been leaking. When we found mold in the carpet in the kids closet. So that was fun. Know what else is fun? Bare concrete in a closet and a house that reeks of bleach from killing said mold.

Basically any time I’m at the intersection of not-enough-sleep and a-to-do-list-that-just-keeps-growing, my days start to feel endless and I just want to crawl into bed with a hot cup of tea and zone out until my brain turns off and I can sleep.

So that’s the plan right now. And I’m hoping tomorrow feels a little less relentless so I can breathe.

How do you come back from those relentless days? What operates your reset button? I’d love to hear your tips. Leave a comment.

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You know that thing where kids just say adorable stuff all the time? Yeah. Mine don’t do that. They say funny things, sure. But mostly they just hurt my feelings. For instance, by following me into the bathroom despite my protests that I want to pee alone, and then adding insult to injury by telling me, “Mommy, your butt is squishy. Also your tummy.” Thanks, jerk.

I swear Emmett thought he was paying me a big compliment when he told me I had big feet. He was trying on my shoes, very impressed with how grown up I am. And as the words, “Wow, mommy, your feet are so big!” are coming out of his mouth, I’m thinking to myself, “Aww, childlike wonder. How precious.” And then he follows it up with, “Just like your nose.” And I’m like, “ARE YOU SERIOUS RIGHT NOW?”

It doesn’t seem to matter how many times we remind them not to make personal remarks. It never really sinks in. I do recall my brother (sorry, bro!) doing this well into later elementary school. Things like, “MOMMY! WHY IS THAT MAN SO FAT?” in the checkout line at Shop Rite. We had an incident in the men’s locker room (to be clear: I heard about it over dinner later that day) when Miles asked why a man had such a big tummy.

“Did you tell him he had a big tummy too?” I asked Emmett?

“No,” he said, very seriously. “I told him boys have nipples and girls have nipples.”

Insert facepalm hashtag here.

So I guess I need to just buckle up and hope people have a sense of humor, bad hearing, or both. Don’t mind me as I cringe quietly. I answer every question and remark about other people with, “People come in all different shapes, sizes, and colors. Hey! Look! Candy!”

What’s the most mortifying thing your kids have said in public? Or at least, the most mortifying thing they’ve said this week? Leave a comment.

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eYLRmQXm068IbyxkFjRPjjt5F7xynnPvLUlEZLS0g0gTesticular cancer is a topic I don’t particularly want to think about. Losing my husband to anything but especially to cancer is one of my greatest fears. Pretending these things don’t happen isn’t going to keep them from happening, but awareness can help us find them early when we can still do something about it. So, let’s talk about testicular cancer. Did you know…

  • One male is diagnosed with testicular cancer every hour?

  • It is the most easily detected form of cancer?

  • It has the highest survival rate when caught early?

November is Men’s Health Month. Even though it’s almost over, there’s still time to talk about keeping Dad healthy all year round. One of the best ways to do that is to encourage him to do monthly testicular self-exams. Yes, you heard me right. We ladies need to feel up the girls monthly, and the guys need to check out the boys once a month. Let’s face it — they’re down there all the time anyway, right? So tell them how to make all that scratching and “adjusting” productive. continue reading >>>

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Emmett and his $150 popsicle — which was 20% off because we paid for it tonight, so it was only $120. What a deal, amirite?

Last week Emmett busted his head open in some mysterious incident that occurred in the dark in the boys’ room after bedtime while he was inexplicably on Miles’ bed but they “weren’t playing,” “weren’t fighting,” and “weren’t messing around.” They were able to glue it successfully at the pediatric ER at Oak Hill Hospital, and it was healing fine — though with the lingering swelling, it continued to look like he was growing a horn.

And then tonight while brushing his hair, Emmett nailed himself right in the forehead with the brush and tore the glue, causing a syrupy flow of sticky, goopy blood to emerge and freaking me the eff out. I called the pediatrician because I really did NOT want to pay another ER copay for the same injury. But they insisted we needed to go back to the ER, so off we went.

To our delight, the original doctor was there again tonight and remembered Emmett vividly. Doc checked him out and said removing the glue and “re-fixing” where he’s popped it open it would cause more damage so taping it shut over the glue for extra protection was our best bet. The ladies will love this scar when he’s older, right?

So it was basically a pointless trip. Medically, anyway. But while we were waiting for Emmett to be seen, I overheard a young mom there with her two little girls who was starting to panic while talking to a staff member because she hadn’t been released yet and if she didn’t leave by a certain time she’d have no way to get herself and her kids home. I thought of her as we were taken back to see the doctor and then released, and was relieved to see she was no longer in the waiting room after we checked out. But then when we walked outside I saw her sitting on the sidewalk with two crutches and two kids looking completely lost. I couldn’t leave her there. continue reading >>>

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Product Review: Welch’s® Refreshingly Simple™ in Peach Mango

by Kristen King

As a BzzAgent, I receive free products and coupons/vouchers for free products all the time in exchange for my creating “buzz” about them with honest reviews. I have several reviews ongoing right now, and I will be blogging about all of them. First up is Welch’s® Refreshingly Simple™. According to my BzzAgent campaign info: Welch’s® Refreshingly […]

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