I know I should write. For days I’ve been trying to come up with words. Everything I wanna say sounds dark, though. The Christmas season gets me every year. I never plan well enough. Or, I do plan, but either I don’t follow through or the plans fall through. And then I’m mad and… Continue reading oh, Christmas.
Five and a half years ago, during Labor Day weekend we had some of our most favorite people come stay with us. Jim and Emily are more than just friends, though. They have become family. And guess how we met? Through blogging! While I have not blogged here at Strait-Jacket Mama for long, I blogged… Continue reading Ruby’s Story
My mom came over yesterday morning to watch and school my girls while I went to DSHS (department of social health services) for the mandatory three hour foster orientation meeting. The day started terribly. I woke at 2 AM and fretted for three hours. Are we making a mistake? What will our families think? I’m… Continue reading The Next Steps.
I went to a meeting last night. An informational meeting about foster care. Because I wanna be a foster mama. This summer will mark 19 years since I first felt the tug to mother the motherless. I was barely 17, but I knew it was something I’d wanna do someday. About three years ago Josh agreed,… Continue reading The First Steps
We live across the street from a man who has several horses. Several as in about six or so. He doesn’t have much to do with them, really. Every couple of weeks he heads out for a load of hay for them, drops it in their pen, and that’s about the extent of his time… Continue reading the mare
I was asked what I learned in November. I learned that saying yes to all the things makes for a tired, crabby, stretched too thin Mama. In October I was asked to help with a women’s event at our church that would be held in November. To coordinate and decorate a dessert table, and put… Continue reading on homemaking. that thing i (still) don’t do well.
Yesterday wasn’t the best day I’ve ever had. I should probably mention it was also not the worst. But it still sucked pretty good. I blame the animals. I had written a lovely post about Moo, and about two hours later she crapped upstairs right in front of the girls. They watched her do it!… Continue reading no good very bad day