The hubby and I went for a few drinks after a great ski day last week, just before we had to pick the youngest up from ski school. We picked a cool new bar to hang out at, one we hadn't visited before, mainly because we don't exactly get out to "cool new bars" much these days. We had a great day on the slopes, kicking ass on fresh powder and feeling like we were youngsters again.  That is, feeling like youngsters right up until we visited the bar.

"I think I like it better when the kids hate each other."  This is the sentence I said to my husband the other night as the two of them came running into the living room butt naked, running around in circles and screaming at the top of their lungs.  You see, when the kids hate each other, one of them…

It's official, Jingle Bells is now permanently stuck in my head!  I literally can not get that tune to stop playing over and over.  At work, at lunch, in bed, all I hear is "dancing through the snow," in the voice of Michael Buble.  This has to be some form of torture.  Some punishment for one of those all-night ragers in college or the time I locked myself in my room for a time out instead of the kids. 



Don't get me wrong, I LOVE Christmas…

All it took was a four day holiday weekend with my family to realize, MY CHILDREN ARE TERRIBLE!! I'm not quite sure what has happened in the last few weeks, but these boys have literally gone from manageable with assistance from the occasional glass of wine TO manageable with the assistance from…