Category Archives: Foreign Service

I am officially The Meanest Mom on the Planet.  It is a distinction that has been given to me by my children; yes, the ones I carried in my womb for nine months and squeezed out of my body, thus giving life to.  Here is proof that no mom is meaner than I am: 1.Continue reading “The Meanest Mom on the Planet”

It’s now been 3 1/2 weeks since I last saw my husband.  We’re at about the mid-point of our home leave. Since I have a whole big bed to myself, I make it a point to only use half of the bed each night.  That way, in the morning, I only have to make oneContinue reading “In Place of my Husband”

I have four men.  They’re my men and I love them.  Two of my men are right here in my house with me at this very minute.  I’m grateful for that.  But two of my men are far away.  And on this day, I am missing those two men. Today would have been my father’sContinue reading “My Four Men”

If you read my last post, you undoubtedly felt a little nauseous from my whining about international travel with kids and the resulting jet-lag.  It’s amazing what lack of sleep can do to the human brain.  I am now well rested and over my jet-lag (thanks for the Melatonin tip Carrie) and I am thinkingContinue reading “A Change of Heart”

This week marks the one year anniversary of Jason’s acceptance into the Foreign Service; and for the first time in a year, I am having second thoughts on our decision to join this life of travel.  Turns out, I am a terrible traveler. My husband is a much better traveler than I am.  He getsContinue reading “Second Thoughts”