Life Skills

The other day my two oldest kids were at wit's end with each other. Whatever the straw that broke the camel's back was, my son ended the feud with the mother of all nasty brotherly burns: "YOU NEED TO GET OUT OF THIS FAMILY. I'M SICK OF YOU!" "No, you leave. I'm sick of YOU,"…

Let It Be

Sometimes, people can get to me. I mean really, really get to me. I've noticed a direct correlation to my monthly shift in hormones; there is one week a month where people generally get on my nerves, but then the feeling wanes, leaving me to face the fact it was me all along who has…