Onward and Upward

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It’s 9:17PM EST and I’m sitting here waiting for my boy’s heads to finally hit their pillows. I can’t go up the gated stairs to the bedrooms until this happens, otherwise the baby finds his fifteenth wind and will hear no objections to his smacking me in the face a few times, practicing falling like a cut tree in the forest, and taking over my bed for an all night kick fest.

So I sit and I wait.

It will happen eventually.

My middle child’s limit is 9:30. At that point the automatic timer on his ability to stay awake turns to the off position. One down, two to go. It won’t be long now.

It’s been over a year since my last post, two since I’ve been able to write with any kind of frequency. In the meantime the blog has existed solely in my head with words and situations swirling and falling into unrequited paragraphs.

The last two years as a mother of three growing boys has been quite the ride. I hope for today to be the day that this blog continues onward and upward into the dirt, noise and poop jokes that mean being a #momofboys.


About The Author

I am a food allergy mama of 4 boys, a former fashion designer, and a master of the five point palm exploding heart technique, keeping it Fantastico.

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