Stories for Dads and Moms who Need a Laugh

S eptember is in its waning days. October is not far. The children are in school and at work and the entire family is back in the routine of buses and books. Our miserable little darlings have even dusted off the tried and true complaints and grievances, complete with the reasons why school is a waste of time and totally unnecessary. Work, Work, Work Our family is not only dealing with school, but also with two children going to work. One on them, God bless her, is working retail. I've been there and done that. It's fun to trade stories when I pick her up after her shift. Slugger is working at an ice cream shop. This drive is a little longer and gives us time to discuss the night at work and whatever else is happening in his life. He seems to like it so far. Like all jobs that deal with customer service, some days are better than others. The Oppressed and the boy aren't working yet. The Oppressed has taken an interest in babysitting. The Boy? Well, unless there's a good...

 People don't really enjoy getting up in the morning, unless you're a kid on Christmas Morning. Alas, leaving your nice, comfortable bed is a necessary evil when it comes to living and functioning in the world. I have to do it. I don't enjoy it, but I have to do it. I wake up with just enough time to sip some coffee before I make my way around the house to wake up cherubs for the bus. Sometimes they make it, sometimes they don't make it. You never know. Our morning is always full of surprises. Lovie wakes up later (much later) than the rest of the cherubs. Like everyone else in the house, I knock on her door to check on her and make sure she is ready to begin the glorious day. In these heady days of smartphones, home devices, and other forms of smart technology, you would think one of my children would know enough to set an alarm so they can be up and at 'em in the morning. Actually, there is one person besides me who does that. The Boy dutifully sets his alarm in t...

 Hello there, Daddies (and Mommies). Thanks for stopping by and checking things out. I'm Greg and, like you, I have children. Our lives aren't very different, you know. We take our kids to school, pick them up, go shopping for things we hope they will eat, make meals they probably won't, and somehow try to keep everyone alive and maintain our sanity. You and I both know it's not always easy. If you ask our children, though, they won't understand what's so hard. That's why I decided to write about my time at home with the little people I call the Miracles of Christ. I call them this because it's a miracle they're alive after everything I've put them through. Lovingly tucked away in this site is stories of children who have survived practices, school, homework, chores, even (God forbid) an occasional walk. It's not always easy around here, but we somehow manage to survive life in these crazy times. Okay, enough about all that. Meet the family. ...