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Well, it’s back to reality in my world. I returned to work on Thursday. Starting towards the end of the week was a good move—just when I was totally exhausted, it was Friday afternoon. Lately, it seems as though everyone is posting fun vacation photos on Facebook. I’ve been inundated with shots of kids in . . . → Read More: Vacation Six years ago today, I got married. Deep down, I knew that something didn’t feel right, but I walked down the aisle anyway, and the rest is history. Five years ago today, I was camping with my then-husband and his siblings. Our marriage was a complete nightmare, but I didn’t yet see a way out. . . . → Read More: The Power of a Date A couple days ago, the kids and I went for a walk around our favorite pond. At the half-way point, I had to decide whether we’d head home the same way we’d come or take a different route down a quiet residential street. For whatever reason, I chose the former. As we walked down the . . . → Read More: Decisions My busy life has been stripped down to the essentials; it’s back to the basics for Team Wilhelm. With little to no regard for clocks, our collective lives are now about sustenance, smiles, and, God willing, sleep. Our boy is a sleeper, to be sure, but he has a ways to go in terms of . . . → Read More: I Welcome It Two years ago, my daughter Linnea was born at around 6:00 a.m. on her due date. You can’t get much more “on time” than that! So I was quite shocked when my due date rolled around last Wednesday and nothing happened. I’ve been having little contractions, but nothing to suggest that a baby is about . . . → Read More: Waiting I’ve been told that I try to do too much. Earlier this year, a friend told me that she doesn’t like it when I blog about how tired or overwhelmed I am. “It doesn’t make me feel empathy for you,” she said. “It makes me want to tell you not to do so much.” I . . . → Read More: Relaxation for Dummies Out of the blue, Linnea started asking a big question this week. It began with a shiny new pacifier. “My purple boppy, mommy,” she said, handling it with loving care as we rocked together before bed. “Who bought it me?” After I replied that mommy bought the boppy, her eyes got bigger and she nodded . . . → Read More: Who Bought It Me? If you ask my dear daughter, Linnea—almost two—how her diaper is, she will invariably say, “Pretty good,” which means one of two things: a) her diaper is, indeed, pretty good, or b) my little sweetie is, quite literally, full of shit. It seems that from a young age, we are hardwired to kid ourselves, . . . → Read More: How’s YOUR Diaper? What does it say about me that I currently have ten books on my nightstand? Well, I like to read—that’s for sure—and I don’t have enough time to read everything that interests me. I’ve already read some of these books, which points to my ongoing battle with clutter. I also have a tendency to read . . . → Read More: Books on My Nightstand Blogging. More than 500 unique visitors read my series on Jordan Holm this week. I am so grateful to Jordan for sharing his story, and I hope that readers got a good sense of who he is. I’d like to thank those of you who shared the links on Facebook—you are wonderful! The ratio of . . . → Read More: What I’m Loving Right Now |
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