Do you ever have those days when you feel as if you are the only mother in the world who just can’t it all together to get everyone out of the door looking presentable? In my mind I desperately want to be that mom that is so organized that my children never set foot out of the house without perfectly pressed clothes, scuff-free shoes and freshly brushed hair. The reality is that in trying to get six children off to four different schools each day, most days I settle for just getting everyone out of the door on time as a success.

Those moments of “firsts” that you experience with your children are always so memorable. Like when they take their first step or lose their first tooth. Some are memorable, but not is such a happy way. Like the first time you have to reprimand your child, the first time they roll their eyes at you or in my case, the first time one of them breaks a bone and it take you a couple of days to realize it. Right now, I’m feeling like a pretty bad mom.

The other night I attended the Florida Disabled Outdoors Association Sportsability Banquet. The children and I as a family have taken part in their Miracle Sports Program in the past and have loved every minute of it. We have met some wonderful people who have touched our lives, so it was an honor to attend the banquet.

I once read in a book that a good family is built for leaving. This weekend I realized how true that really is.

For the next two weeks in the state of Florida, the children in public schools are will be in the midst of FCAT. Basically- pretty intense testing to see if they can move on. There is a lot of debate over whether these test are correct to use on our children. Some children do very well all year and they don't do as well on the testing but still suffer the consequences. Last year my daughter, who was only 10, got physically ill from worrying about the test. It is crazy the amount of stress that these children are put under for this tes

I once read in a book that a good family is built for leaving. This weekend I realized how true that really is.

With April 15th quickly approaching, I decided to spend a few days getting my taxes ready to send off. With the lastest version of Turbo Tax loaded onto my computer and a million forms and receipts strewn on the kitchen table around me, I got started. I am still fairly new at this filing as “Head of Household”, but I have to confess when Turbo Tax calls me that it makes me smile. I just wish they could soften it a little and call me “Queen of the House” or “Head of the Household Who Looks so Good No One Would Believe She Was in Her Forties and Had Six Kids”.&nbs

Help! It is the day after Easter and my fridge has been taken over by hard-boiled eggs. 6 dozen to be exact. Last night I made deviled eggs to go with dinner. They were not the most beautiful looking deviled eggs, nothing like the ones in the photo, but they were still pretty tasty and the kids gobbled them up. Breakfast this morning was met with a little less enthusiasm as I placed chopped up hard-boiled eggs over toast in front of them. I didn’t have the heart to tell them that I had packed an egg-salad sandwich for their lunches.

No matter how hard I tried to be prepared for our trip tomorrow (including typing a check list and giving it to each child of what to pack), I found myself completely disorganized tonight. Since I couldn't remember where I had put all of the suitcases, I gave up and threw all of their clothes in a laundry basket and told the kids we were packed.

Who needs Louis Vutton when you have plastic laundry baskets???? :)

Remember the overwhelming feeling that you get in the pit of your stomach as your prepare for a trip that you will forget something important????

Everywhere you look there are magazines filled with beautiful models showing off the trendiest new styles in swimsuits. What I want to know is where is the trendy ”mommywear” model? Where is the picture of the swimsuit model rocking the bathing suit with the skort attached and a tshirt over that? Where are the pictures of the swimsuit model with a smudge of mascara on her face from children splashing around her? I was standing in the checkout line at the grocery store flipping through one of these magazines and I couldn’t help but smile.