• Free yourself from Second Wife Syndrome

    Why is my house quiet? Why did I wake up this morning without my three year old staring at me ala The Ring? The reason for this temporary euphoria is because my 13-year old step-daughter had a sleepover last night. And when big sister has a sleepover, our youngest considers herself a plus one and doesn’t leave her sister’s side. So, I have a house with teens and a toddler all sleeping away until likely noon. Cue birds chirping and mice singing while making me a pot of fresh coffee. A lot of people ask me how it is to have the girls so far apart in age, and my immediate…

  • Winter is here.

    *** ’Tis the season… of chaos. How is everyone hanging in there? I always think I have it so together about a month before Christmas and then all hell breaks loose about two weeks out. Shopping is done, for the most part. Baking, not so much. Wrapping? Not a single gift has been looked at since being shoved in the closet or hidden under a down comforter. Ugh, I dread the wrapping. I always try to psych myself up for it by convincing myself it will be peaceful, relaxed and merry. I pour myself a glass of wine, turn on the first of my annual gift-wrapping movie line-up (The Holiday,…

  • Herding cats and pterodactyls.

    So angelic, right? Yeah, keep reading.   First things first, I have eaten cheesy hash brown potatoes (leftover from Thanksgiving) for breakfast every morning since last Thursday. I don’t know why I felt compelled to tell you that, but I thought I should cop to it somewhere. I feel better. Moving on… The holidays are officially in full swing over here in the Farmer household and I couldn’t be happier. What is it about holiday music and movies and decorations that brings such a feeling of utopia to so many people?  It’s almost like earth pumps out uppers into the hemisphere getting most of us high for the entire month of December.…

  • Mailing it in.

    It’s 11:30 pm and I have been sitting in the dark, staring at my open laptop – and the above quote – trying to figure out what it is I need to say. I have been restless for a week.  Luckily, work has been extremely busy, so it has occupied much of my time – but in the few quiet moments I’ve had, I have sat in silence, my thoughts turning over and over in my head until I’m exhausted. I have struggled with writing what I’m thinking, because I am aware that I have somewhat of an audience – be it little or large, it makes no difference when you know people are…