You Have the Right to Defend Yourself.

I was just talking to another mama of a child or two who came from a hard place.  This is a mama I’ve only met once in person and has almost as many kiddos as I do.  Her children who came first are learning to live with the ones who came later, and with the…

The Mimic.

We had a REALLY rough weekend over here at FullPlateManor.  Tensions are high as I try to go out with a bang in Grad School, school is ending and my kids are itching for the routine to change (while also emotionally bucking transition). Bubbly was a mess.  A holy terror of a hot mess. She…

We Don’t Play.

In the throes of anger and shouting, which I won’t lie…I do too much of, I often ask my kids (in the aforementioned loud voice), “WHAT IS THE ONE THING THAT I WANT YOU TO BE WHEN YOU LEAVE THIS HOUSE?!”  Their answer, usually given in a small, remorseful voice, “a good person.” So, when…

An Open Letter to the Soccer Moms of the World.

To all the ‘Soccer Moms’ of the world, That’s kind of a misnomer.  You see, you may not only be found on the soccer field.  Some of you are found in dance studios, or on baseball fields or in the waiting room at music lessons.  You’re not every mom, but lately, it feels like it….

And What a Three Years it has Been!!!

It was three years ago this week that I wrote a post entitled ‘Home’ where I celebrated coming home with our GhanaDuo by sitting on my bed and watching cartoons in my pink bathrobe.  That bathrobe is long gone (it has had several counterparts since its demise though, because a FPM wardrobe staple is a…

When my Story was SO Scary.

Someone who is beyond kind sent me a a link to  a story today that she said reminded her of me. You can read it here. There have been so many times when my story has scared me. How about here… When I thought, what the he*l have I gotten myself into? That moment yielded…

I Stand By What I Said.

I got a ton of comments, most of wish I chose not to publish, from people who were VERY concerned about why I would come out saying that I don’t like my own daughter.  I guess I didn’t know this would become such an ordeal.  Thank you for your concern for Bubbly.  We love her…

When You Love ‘Em, But You Don’t Like ‘Em

I’ve always prided myself on the fact that even in their worst moments, I’ve always thought my kids were, at their core, good people.  I’ve always enjoyed spending time with them.  I enjoy listening to their take on things.  Generally, I like who they are. Today I realized, as sad as it is, I don’t…

Admit It.

This week was a horrible week.  The child care center I own was robbed.  Not much was taken, but damage was done.  Can I just ask, who robs a child care center?  Unreal. We need our ‘Article 5’ letter from an Embassy that will now be closed all next week for mid-Autumn Fest in Chi*a…

Tear Me Down.

We’re back at it with ShyGuy this week.  Coming from a background of NOTHING to a background of excess (not because we live frivolously, but because, let’s face it, all Americans live a life of excess compared to the average African) has been hard for him.  Not ON him, just FOR him.  He doesn’t get…