Well, we’re here. Junior Prom. How is that even possible? And is there any chance at all of prepping the child who is currently experiencing a case of the Terrible-Seventeens? Probably not, but I did give it a go.
Category: Marriage
Public Meltdown (thank you, Drew)
God bless you, Drew Barrymore. You always were a Firestarter.
But why cruise?
One of the most common things I hear from people when I tell them we are cruising (again) is, “Oh, I could never do that … “ I always volley back with, “Oh, but you could and you should and go sign up immediately because you will still have two years to hem and haw.”
Toilet Paper Paws
Are you there, God? It’s me Jyl. It’s me Jyl and, for the third time in five months, I am back on the healing couch. Also, are you mad at me?
DABDA Should Have More Letters
DABDA should have more letters. Like S or C or Q and whatever else is needed for the “sitting alone eating chips & queso” stage.
Pimp My Prose
When I decided to write a book three years ago, I wasn't kidding (although I did think it would only take a minute). You are never too old for new goals.
Going to the Chapel … someone else’s, but still.
I am fully prepared to amp up my Wedding Pinterest Board as we head into this new year. Okay, yes, I am already married. It’s just that I haven’t been to a wedding in years and 2023 marks my nephew's big day and I may already be out of control.
Goodbye, Sweet Coalbalt
He was only a cat. Right? Just a cat. Not like a dog with all its unconditional love, cuddly coat, and endless loyalty. Or an actual person, God forbid. Just a cat.
Tales From His Side
Sure, I let my husband write a guest blog. But dang it if I was going to give him the excerpt, as well. Also, it took FOREVER to type this far (one-handed). #blessed
A Parental Rebrand
Ten seconds ago, you were knee-deep in diapers. And now? That child (or children) are gone. You spent eighteen years preparing your tiny humans for a launch and, in the process, somehow, you forgot to prepare yourself.