Mama Sass: I am the mother of three, wife of one, friend and co-worker of many. The pace of my life is a hectic one but I try to do what I can. I will always feel bad about the pieces that I miss, whether it is a bed time story or company meeting or not getting the floor mopped.
Paul: My loving husband. An overworked government employee who gets to run away once a week for band practice. We have been married for almost 14 years and together for over 17.
Mary: Our oldest child, is nine. She is a beautiful, sensitive child with a flair for the dramatic. She cannot sit still for one minute unless, of course, Sponge-Bob-Square-Pants is on.
Sarah: Our middle child, is seven. This is the one I don't worry about. She is full of sass and attitude, all stuffed into the tiniest package. She is the child of a million faces and always makes me smile.
Marty: Our youngest, is four and a half. He is the rock star. He got his first guitar at two and 'plays' it almost every day, just like his daddy. He has been flirting with girls since before he could walk and he loves his Mama.
Being the mother of three, I find that I don't always have the patience I need. I can go from laughing to crying in an instant but hopefully people who know me will tell you that I like the laughing part much better. I try to keep a positive attitude even through the tough times.
For example; I blew out my knee three years ago. I tore the ACL and meniscus, and went through two surgeries and nine months of physical therapy. After the second surgery, the scars and bruises made a huge happy face my leg. It was hysterical and made me smile every day. This kind of philosophy can be contagious and hopefully helpful in dealing with the times that can so easily bring us down.
I started this blog to be able to share those stories that make me laugh. My friends and I started writing emails to each other with these stories a few years ago and they are always my favorite emails to receive. I hope that we can help bring a smile on a bad day.
Please understand that many of these stories are not parenting at its best, simply the best I could do at that time.
