Mothering Mayhem: Life with the Wild Boys

Hola, wild boy friends and family! Humblest apologies for missing last week's check in, we were a little tied up with a soccer tournament and quite frankly, exhausted. I know we've talked about this before, but I'm pretty sure sleep deprivation is a cornerstone of parenthood. It makes sense, when you think about it - because if you were well rested you'd probably be way more upset about things like being showered with another living beings vomit or poo. So, the whole too tired to care thing is probably pretty critical. I was thinking this morning, though, that a huge part of this is probably self inflicted. See, we all know soccer season is crazy busy up here in la casa. And just when the end was near, and I was about to have my two month break, we found out we made it to district cup and extended the season. Yay... So, being team mom (yeah, I get suckered into that A LOT in soccer), I dutifully helped arrange carpooling and extra lighting with the coach and tr...

Hola, Wild Boy friends and family, and welcome to a very early morning check in from La Casa de Testosterone. It's time change, and here I sit wide awake surveying the damage done during the week by the destructive chaos that is two little boys. I'd clean, but actually everyone else is sleeping. So instead, I'll check in here! This week, we're going to return to a theme I know we've covered before and I'm SURE we'll cover again because it never ceases to amaze me: boys are gross. Now, I know you've read that sentence and probably all chuckled and agreed, which is why I feel it necessary to expand on this a bit. Because the level of grossness I'm talking about here isn't chuckle and small smile to commiserate worthy. The level of grossness I'm addressing deserves PSA's with the little "the more you know" rainbow and star following it. It deserves after school specials with serious music, chronicling the mother broken down...