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My life as a wife, mommy and more!

They paved paradise, and put up a parking lot….

Whew, July was a busy month. All my tomatoes decided to come in at once and I’ve had more basil than even I can stand.

So, Mary, Mary, how did your garden grow?

My dear family didn’t plant too much this year, but we have had enough to put away food for winter and give some away to friends and neighbors. It’s been a fun little venture for dear son, who’s quite good at harvesting and can even go out to the garden and grab things for me when I need them.

For the second summer I’ve said I wanted to compost … and dear husband finally got on board and bought me a compost bin. Now all those scraps we’ve accumulated don’t have to go to the trash but instead can go make some new dirt for next year’s garden.

I’m finding it very interesting what is recommended that you do or do not compost.

Toilet paper rolls? Yep, if you tear them up into small pieces.

Citrus fruits? Nope, not supposed to due to pesticides. (OK, we broke that rule and put lemon rinds in.)

Coffee grinds and filters? YES! I can’t stand the coffee grinds in the trash. They just look gross.

Eggs? Yes and no. The shells can go in, but you aren’t supposed to put eggs themselves. (Due to possible salmonella I suppose.)

With all these rules …. maybe Kermit was right. It’s not always easy being green.

But, I have seen a decent reduction in our household garbage already this week. And we already recycle glass, plastic and aluminum.

Next step: Adding worms. We’ll see how that goes …. Dear husband’s gonna have to do it, though, because I don’t think I can stand to touch them. 

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I hate the beach and mountains too ….

(You’ll start to see a theme with the titles pretty soon!)

My five year old currently hates me. He says I’m “mean.”

If mean is making him get dressed and go to school, brush and wash his teeth and face, keep his room cleaned up and generally behave as a decent human should …. then, yes, I’m mean as hell.

He’s five. He has no concept of what mean truly is.

I’m sure it won’t be until he’s around 18 or so that he’ll realize just how un-mean mom and dad truly are.

But it’s still pretty hurtful to hear him say it.

Child psychologists say not to take those words personally. My dear one has my personality (God help all those around us), and I can easily recognize his frustrations at me are often not directed at me at all.

Psychologists also say not to respond with an “I love you” when your child says I hate you or to tell them not to be angry. Both belittle their emotions – which children my son’s age are still trying to learn to do.

Instead, just as you did when they were two, tell your child to use their words — to tell you why they are angry or frustrated.

Let’s hope when school’s over today he’s back to his cheerful, loving self.

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