HOUSE OF KB

Hey there, click the link below, put anything in your Amazon cart and check out and the House of KB gets a little bank in our account. It's the little things. Like honesty. See what I did there? Every night we do a ten minute clean-up. Nothing more and nothing less than a quick once-over of the house. Some days it looks like nothing was accomplished in those ten minutes. Other days it helps us all breathe a little easier. By necessity, and for my sanity, the boys are doing mo

I was washing dishes and all of a sudden heard footsteps heading up the stairs and the unmistakable silence of no Parley. V: Boys, what are you doing? T: Parley is tired so we're putting her to bed. V: Okayyyy, then. (Head upstairs to help.) Let me show you how to put her to bed. T: Momma, you know I can't nurse her, right? V: ::raucous laughter:: Yes, I do know. Funny kid. Honestly, he is really, really funny. Clever. Quick. And his delivery? Spot on. He went on to explain t

I think I am doing fine. Swimming along. Sure, sometimes it's against the tide. But sometimes it's on my back looking dreamily up at the sky. Bouyant and calm. And then, kapow. I go kass over tea kettle and I am sucking in water and completey disoriented. Healing is not a linear process. At all. It never is. You'd be hard pressed to find someone who promises that it is. Especially someone who has been there. It is messy and chaotic and as many steps forward as back. There is

There is so much new in this new chapter. New roles and responsibilities. New routines. New ways of doing and being and moving through the world. I tend not to explain myself. I haven't for a long time. Not because I don't believe I need to, though I don't. But mostly because what you see is what you get. There's not a lot of explaining to do when you are pretty transparent. And while I don't find myself explaining now, I do find myself offering details I never thought necess

Sharing is caring. You know it. I know it. Got in the car today after being at the children's museum, a mexican restaurant and Starbucks. (No, this is not the start of a joke.) Looked in the mirror and saw a nice dollop of lipstick on my teeth and just enough lip liner left to look like a vampiress. (No offense to my lady vamps!) I say aloud, "Gah. I have lipstick on my teeth." and Tristan says from the backseat, "Yep. You had it at the restaurant.". Ummmm, why didn't he tel

Thanks for coming along on this journey with me. Think that what I am saying is worth sharing? Please do. Facebook, Twitter, email, text. Heck, write a note and mail a copy. I accept all kinds. Plus, it'll help a girl out! Parley is as smart as her brothers. I am not saying that this is a bad thing. I AM saying that I am going to be quickly outsmarted by three kids. The odds aren't in my favor now. I refuse to think of the odds once they can all communicate with one another.

As a stay-at-home mom, my to-do list is large. As a work-from-home mom, it is even larger. It is a rare day where I get even half of my list done. This can be demoralizing. Sometimes I shorten my list so I can be successful at the end of the day. (Actually, I have started to make more realistic lists. Hugely helpful.) Sometimes I add things to the list that I have already done. Am I right??? When we were in marriage counseling the wasband opened up one day and listed some of

Sometimes you do open another. There have been many unexpected changes in my life since we separated and the wasband moved out. I think one of the most prominent ones is my feeling of safety overnight. We live in a relatively safe town. The break-ins are relegated to cars mostly. Maybe I have a false sense of security. But now that I am the only adult in the house, I think about our safety significantly more. The wasband wasn't a hulking, intimidating guy. But the plan was al