I wake up. Drag out of bed. Drink coffee. Kiss kids. Shower (maybe). Get dressed (also optional). Check email and Facebook.(No one else posts any of these big accomplishments in their status updates.) Grocery shop for an army. Do stinky boy laundry. Wish I were Jeanie from the old TV show “I Dream of Jeanie” where I blink and nod as "all things ordinary" transform into a Pottery Barn catalog layout or an episode of Leave It To Beaver. God knows my real life is already on a cu

Jeff just called me a Helicopter Parent. ME? Seriously? He just picked a fight with one pissed off mother. There is NO WAY I’m a Helicopter Parent! I’m simply a mom who does her best to help her children succeed in school. And as a Boy Mom, this is hard work. My boys don’t learn best through traditional classroom methods of sitting still while the talking head goes, “Wah wah wah wah waaaa - ah!!” Now, Ben is our 6th grade middle child, and I confess, he is treated as such. La