February 5th, 2009 As a result of a series of freak circumstances, the kids all slept in this morning. Dan and I found ourselves alone, having breakfast together, before he left for work.
Me: This is nice. We should always get up at 5 am and have a romantic breakfast together.
Pause.
Wild laughter.
July 30th, 2008 You can’t talk to a dissident priest, who thinks the Church has no business in your bedroom (immortal soul, si; bedroom, no). Nor even can you really talk to a faithful priest, who will be so thrilled you know what “NFP” stands for that he’ll assume you’re home free. But if you don’t talk to someone, you’re going to jump in front of a train. The truth is, sometimes NFP
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July 7th, 2008 In the words of Father Pat Connor, a 79-year-old Catholic priest, via Maureen Dowd (I know!):
“Does he have a sense of humor? That covers a multitude of sins. My mother was once asked how she managed to live harmoniously with three men — my father, brother and me. Her answer, delivered with awesome arrogance, was: ‘You simply operate on the assumption that no man matures after the age of
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June 23rd, 2008 You are not going to believe this … Dan sent me an email!
This indicates that:
1. He actually checked his email account. 2. He actually read something in there he thought I might want to see. 3. He actually figured out how to do a forward. 4. He actually clicked “send.”
To me! For me! For real! Major milestone!
If my traditional man now recognizes email as a legitimate
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June 1st, 2008 and only 9 children and 29 grandchildren to show for it — slackers!
We love you, Mom and Dad! Here’s to 40 more!
May 4th, 2008 We have reached the end of our winter wood provisions. If you can believe that.
I am freezing.
My husband tells me that 68 degrees Fahrenheit is temperate for most people, even if it is rainy and raw.
The liar.
I want climate control. I want warmth. I want fire. I want a crazy caveman to cater to my whims. Give me fire.
“Let’s burn the furniture,” I begged my
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April 9th, 2008 We women can get pretty worked up about housework, can’t we?
I am always surprised to find that it’s an emotional topic for women. But I shouldn’t be. We have all kinds of emotional baggage wrapped up in this one. Some of the people I’ve heard from over the past few days tell me that they were raised in cold, controlling, immaculate homes and so avoiding housework now is a
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November 12th, 2007 A Reader Writes: I’m writing because I wonder how I can get some alone time with my husband. We have 5 children ages 8,6,4,2, and 11 months. My husband basically starts working (from the home) at 6:00 then leaves for work away from the house at 7:30. He gets home in time for supper at 6:00, and by 9:00 he is pretty much ready for bed. He is a great
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