Activity-kids, Motherhood

Weights, Toilets and my Mom

I just ordered hand weights. I scrubbed my own toilet. I wash my hands like my kindergarten teacher taught me to do it 38 years ago. I haven’t hugged anyone outside of my immediate family since Sunday (I know, it’s only Tuesday, but still – I’m an extrovert you know). I did get my nails done a week and a half ago and they’re still going strong so that’s exciting.

Let’s pull back the layers and re-visit item two from the paragraph above, shall we? Look. It’s not that I hate cleaning (I actually enjoy looking back and thinking to myself, “Wow, you did that. You made that clean!”) but to really get things clean you have to have a high attention to detail and a hefty serving of perseverance. These are two character qualities that skipped a generation. Seriously. Have any of you seen my mom clean? She is a machine. Absolutely amazing. I mean, she has a tool (brush, rag, what else do you use to clean things?, and a liquid (secret potions for sure) to get anything clean.

See? I told you she’s magical.

This is proof that most things skip a generation. I really don’t like to clean. And by “don’t like” I mean I basically make sure I make at least $130/month so I can pay a house cleaner to come over and do it for me. “Don’t like” as in Corinda was sick this past week and we had to clean the house all. by. ourselves. and I barely had enough cleaner to get the job done. Only a max of two people at any given time could be cleaning – and really only one toilet at a time because we only have one bottle of Pursue Disinfectant (I grew up on Amway products and still source it from my mom sometimes. Sometimes she gives me gifts like cleaning products because that’s how great she is).

So anyways, we all pitched in and cleaned the house yesterday (and the crowd goes wild). SOMEONE, who shall remain nameless, mentioned that maybe we don’t need to pay a house cleaner to do it because “look at what a great job we all did”. Look. This is a temporary set-up where we’re all home and motivated. Also, I like my job a lot and what will I do with that $130 if we don’t have a house cleaner?!

I armed everyone with a typed-up checklist of their area to clean. We did it. And we’ll probably have to do it again sometime soon with all that’s going on, so I better make sure we have enough cleaning stuff. I have a Norwex window cloth thingy that’s amazing (just one though) and that is the best thing ever.

How do you clean your house? Do you do it all in one day or one room at a time? Do you have any tricks or favorite products? Or do you just pay your own Corinda to do it for you so it’s clean, all in one day, for about 2 hours, until we start living in it again? (best two hours of the month).

‘merica, we got this.



“Everybody chill!” and Other Things I Say to the Voices Inside my Head

Lest I spin you down the anxiety spiral along with me, I shall not list all of the things going on in the news/world/EVERYWHERE! that are cause for alarm. Suffice it to say, we’ve got some choices on how we’re dealing with the information that’s coming at us everyday, right? I love me some podcasts (have you ever listened to Pantsuit Politics? It’s good. I linked to their “about” page because it goes straight to who they are and what they’re doing) and I also enjoy the news. But not right now. I mean, I enjoy the sound of someone talking to me about what’s up outside of my own community, but what is happening right now?! I can’t get the pictures of anxious Costco shoppers buying up all the toilet paper and hand sanitizer out of my mind. Everybody chill. All y’all dancing around in my brain trying to get me to purchase large amounts of food lest we be quarantined for days on end and ***** is/will/become president and, oops, sorry. I said I wouldn’t go into details.

So how do you handle stress and anxiety? I tried Zoloft for a couple of months and really appreciated it, although I felt a little flat – like no emotion at all, which isn’t me and my people were side-eyeing me constantly. “Who is she and why is just sitting there?!” But it was really helpful to get me through some hard times. I might try it again.

Meditate? Pray? Exercise? Hold up. Can we just talk about the spelling of exercise? I’m a naturally good speller, but dang that one gets me. Every time.

Where were we? Oh yes, listing off de-stressors. GETTING OUTSIDE. That’s a big one for me, which is why February makes me want to crawl into a hole and never come out. Figures all of this crazy news was happening in February. When I home schooled I had an annual reminder on my calendar that said, “Don’t give up home schooling, you always feel like this in February!” I even had two kids in February – I now believe this to be a subconscious way to improve February in some way. I mean it helps, don’t get me wrong, but I am so glad it’s March now. Light the spring-scented candles! Take the dog for walks without getting all the gloves, hats and ear cover thingys on! Wear Birkenstocks without socks! Look for daffodils trying to come up way too early, just to be killed off by the impending frost. And hail. Whoops. Okay fine, so March in Colorado is barely spring, (it’s actually our snowiest season and hail is really a thing) but there’s hope of warmer weather, bluer skies and wildflowers.

This was an actual alert – like it came into my phone like one of those Amber Alerts, but instead of an actual human being that was missing, this was telling us about a SNOW SQUALL. This happened TWICE IN ONE WEEK. In February. And yes, I’m shouting this with ALL CAPS because WTF?
p.s. That stands for “what the fork?!”. Because The Good Place, and Kristen Bell, obvi.

In the meantime, everybody chill, and we’ll all get through this. Together.

Onward and upward,

Lori (and her mind-friends)

birthday, Shenanigans, worry

the flu.

You guys. Our family got hit, smack dab in the face, with the flu. We’ve quarantined as best as we can. One of us didn’t get the flu shot (hint: not one of the women in our house). Even though the rest of us did get the flu shot, we still got a mild version of it. It is kicking our butts.

In other VERY IMPORTANT NEWS, Sarah is now 19. WHOA!

Also, the Coronavirus is terrifying and who the heck is going to be our next President? So many things to ruminate on.

For now, just know that I’ll be back when my fever breaks and I get my energy back.

Onward and upwards,



Under Construction

(insert clip art of a hammer)

(insert random photo of me in a hard hat – this doesn’t exist)

What I’m trying to say is, I’m rolling up my sleeves to update things around here. (Notice already: no more ads! AND I have my very own domain now. I know, I know, I’m growing up. Bites fist. sniff, sniff.)

My “about me” page is fairly accurate, but “home educator” needs to be changed to “mom-splainer” which (I literally just found out by looking for a picture to go along with “mom-splainer” (which I thought was an original word I just made up but IS ANYTHING A NEW IDEA now that there’s the internet?!) is an actual name of a show that Kristen Bell does. On The YouTube.

I found this one on teenagers and now I’m giving up this blog and only watching these for my writing mornings. Okay, just kidding, but while I’m working on cleaning up things around here, please enjoy this video which pretty much sums up my entire life right now. #weresosimilar




So this is awkward.

How do we just start this back up again without talking about what happened? Without referencing the complete silence in this space since April 2016? I mean, I could just erase everything and pretend like this is my first post and I haven’t been blogging since, um, I don’t know, say, 2007? But that’s not really how I roll.

*SO MUCH HAS CHANGED since I last talked to you. I want to burst into tears when I start looking back at it…partly because I just went off Zoloft and am starting to feel things again and can’t seem to stop crying and being super angry at people and also happy and silly again, too. And partly because holy dumpster fire Batman! 2016 through 2019 saw a lot of things and well, you know me, I’m not one to beat around the bush. Unless of course I’m looking for a good spot to tinkle on a backpacking trip, but I digress (and also provide you with this illustration I found of beating around the bush.)

Copyright Géraldine Adams 2013.
All rights reserved

I’ll be back soon (I’ve set aside two whole mornings each week to write!). Can’t wait to start sharing again with you!

Ex’s and oh’s, Onward and upward,



#LightItUpBlue for Sarah and Autism!

Hi friends,

Dropping in to ask you to wear blue tomorrow to show your support of our sweet Sarah (and others on the Autism Spectrum). Autism Speaks is a great organization that does wonderful work for kids “On the Spectrum”. Sarah has decided that she wants everyone she knows to wear blue tomorrow, April 2nd, to show their support. This is a huge leap in progress for her. When she was first diagnosed she wanted nothing to do with the words Autism and Asperger’s…now she is proud to be recognized as a member of the Autism community!

Here’s more info:

I thought it would be fun to surprise her with photos of her friends and family wearing blue…would you consider snapping a selfie or two of you and/or your kiddos wearing blue on April 2 and send her the photo to either her email: or her phone: 719-212-8515


Happy week-ending!