tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597252.post7315834223249402353..comments2023-10-26T02:08:37.015-06:00Comments on Every Day I Write the Book: My Dailieskacy faulconerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09690060274994621199noreply@blogger.comBlogger37125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597252.post-42059080035416003532010-03-18T21:54:52.418-06:002010-03-18T21:54:52.418-06:00i loved reading your day! thanks, dear. ;)i loved reading your day! thanks, dear. ;)design for mankindhttp://www.designformankind.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597252.post-14485979307093758442010-03-15T18:48:39.602-06:002010-03-15T18:48:39.602-06:00Every time I read or hear that someone has all the...Every time I read or hear that someone has all their kids napping from 2 to 5 everyday I just think what the heck is wrong with me? By 12 my toddler is sacked she is up again by 2 at the latest bed at 8 up at 6...<br /><br />oh and my husband does that alarm clock thing - insane!NestBlisshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00283565445839635340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597252.post-65699310137621196292010-03-08T10:50:55.309-07:002010-03-08T10:50:55.309-07:00Uh, that chicks kids nap for 3 hours and then she ...Uh, that chicks kids nap for 3 hours and then she puts them back to bed two hours after that?!? No wonder she has time to be productive.Valeriehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10187095908083304587noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597252.post-56514473645279182692010-03-06T01:33:20.851-07:002010-03-06T01:33:20.851-07:00Song in my head now...
You're not alone,
Say...Song in my head now...<br /><br />You're not alone, <br />Say it one more time,<br />I'm not alone......ClistyBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06559882714822787871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597252.post-78384237094095114102010-02-25T19:12:43.827-07:002010-02-25T19:12:43.827-07:00In my perfect world it is last week and we still g...In my perfect world it is last week and we still got paid to blog.Vernhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13594878601026478892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597252.post-69518484329017145242010-02-25T16:44:20.770-07:002010-02-25T16:44:20.770-07:00Hallelujah. Especially today when I have done noth...Hallelujah. Especially today when I have done nothing but hit refresh on Facebook and eat chocolate-covered raisins while my children run amok (because I feel lousy today - usually I'd be a little more productive...like I'd only check Facebook twice).<br /><br />I have been telling my husband since day #2 of child #1 that I am taking (at least) a year off when our last child leaves home. Don't expect me to do anything unless I want to. And even then, I will take my time.Andreahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06798681298828623888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597252.post-59852482709312565262010-02-25T11:33:56.212-07:002010-02-25T11:33:56.212-07:00i could just cut and paste your daily into my dail...i could just cut and paste your daily into my daily... thanks for the validation! :)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02115538957195772286noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597252.post-54573354707154198282010-02-25T08:12:44.988-07:002010-02-25T08:12:44.988-07:00On this post I left a comment and accidentally sai...On this post I left a comment and accidentally said I would be doing anything else but mothering when I meant to say wouldn't be doing anything else but mothering. Anyhow, one of your readers, Angela, went to my blog and said that was mean. I just want her to know I love mothering and that was totally a typo. I deleted the comment so I wouldn't get anymore hate mail :)Jhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14620879054128321893noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597252.post-90628617224852629942010-02-24T14:27:11.720-07:002010-02-24T14:27:11.720-07:00In my defense, I'm usually trying to catch up ...In my defense, I'm usually trying to catch up on the sleep I missed because I was trying to balance on the edge of the bed since 85% of a queen-size mattress doesn't seem to fulfill your need for personal space. I write that lovingly and with a renewed commitment to snooze less.Christian Fhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13572926578322777883noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597252.post-78468551469082369442010-02-24T14:17:55.199-07:002010-02-24T14:17:55.199-07:00p.s. I have been known to kick my husband HARD whe...p.s. I have been known to kick my husband HARD when he hits his snooze button again and again.<br /><br />I'M SORRY, but you DON'T GET TO DO THAT when I'm up half the night with the fruits of our loins. <br /><br />*KICK*Carinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13859567470814286102noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597252.post-57445429077750744682010-02-24T14:16:33.615-07:002010-02-24T14:16:33.615-07:00WE ARE THE SAME PERSON.WE ARE THE SAME PERSON.Carinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13859567470814286102noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597252.post-9528685083595404802010-02-24T10:18:50.521-07:002010-02-24T10:18:50.521-07:00This comment has been removed by the author.Jhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14620879054128321893noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597252.post-66445445238169298742010-02-24T09:59:54.460-07:002010-02-24T09:59:54.460-07:00You are being temperate for your audience. Are yo...You are being temperate for your audience. Are you trying to spare them the real reality? What about explosive tinkle on the kitchen stool? What about the hours Ellen spends on the phone with me? What about THE DOG?! What about Activity Committee meetings?! <br /><br />In my perfect world, there is always a new episode of Lost, too. And House. Dream on, Kacy. Dream big!Lisahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01246546379295509018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597252.post-19424729469492427902010-02-24T08:53:25.906-07:002010-02-24T08:53:25.906-07:00I love you.
I read this post while eating my seco...I love you. <br />I read this post while eating my second breakfast and washing down my first Double Gulp. I just grumbled at my 2 preschoolers for needing help with the Wii because when that thing is on I'm not supposed to have to do anything for them.<br /><br />Thanks for the connection. I love how we are all living the same lives. <br /><br />What about your calling? Do you have to do much for it?<br />I'm the RS pres and it totally gets in the way of my facebooking.Rachelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14580813766324891824noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597252.post-16253424059593155122010-02-24T08:30:40.544-07:002010-02-24T08:30:40.544-07:00You are making me feel bad. Straightening and doin...You are making me feel bad. Straightening and doing the dishes!?Carlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09795034572517405008noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597252.post-34128868499961966512010-02-24T07:04:46.850-07:002010-02-24T07:04:46.850-07:00Your perfect day is my perfect day minus the shopp...Your perfect day is my perfect day minus the shopping. I hate to shop. That doesn't mean I don't like to buy things, just hate to shop for them.<br /><br />Ed used to snooze like crazy...early morning seminary has cured us all of that habit. You Utahans just wouldn't understand.dedehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01365425661578749758noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597252.post-51907894712000010982010-02-24T07:01:21.818-07:002010-02-24T07:01:21.818-07:00I love your dream schedule. It is 8 a.m. and I'...I love your dream schedule. It is 8 a.m. and I've been up since 6 a.m. when my children woke me up. Chris stayed in bed until 7 a.m. even though he's supposed to get up an hour earlier. I have not showered nor will I until much later in the day. I also haven't brushed my hair. I might still be wearing my robe when I put out the trash. This is allowed since I live in the suburbs (my rule). When we go to the store (something we do EVERY day because I'm not an efficient shopper), I will probably buy things for the kids that they shouldn't eat. They won't eat vegetables today - or any other day. I don't think I have a schedule. On a good day I think this makes me "flexible."Kate Coveny Hoodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18006589284938683965noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597252.post-63577220437223480752010-02-23T22:05:04.772-07:002010-02-23T22:05:04.772-07:00Absolutely. Hysterical!! As I said on my facebook...Absolutely. Hysterical!! As I said on my facebook status while sharing the link to your hilarious post with all my peoples - I feel like you are describing my life, only in a Much Funnier voice, and mine would be without the dog, completely!! You definitely have a way with words, and Thank You for making the rest of us slackers feel validated :)Adelehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16029806230474216355noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597252.post-86647139576786803712010-02-23T21:31:15.177-07:002010-02-23T21:31:15.177-07:00Your dream day sounds so much like mine. Sometime...Your dream day sounds so much like mine. Sometimes I wonder if I would even bother to eat meals if I didn't have to feed my kids, though.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597252.post-75554926350498166032010-02-23T21:18:14.485-07:002010-02-23T21:18:14.485-07:00Seriously, this warms my heart...my sister from an...Seriously, this warms my heart...my sister from another mister, I've always dreamed you were out there somewhere!Kellyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14718232301831911221noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597252.post-48534075035141730332010-02-23T21:01:14.227-07:002010-02-23T21:01:14.227-07:00I just read the other daily you linked to and I di...I just read the other daily you linked to and I didn't understand a word of it. <br /><br />Not. One. Word.<br /><br />word verification: dinglie (and, no, I am not a twelve year old boy).This is mehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04029222863413761445noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597252.post-14299836355319852010-02-23T20:18:46.421-07:002010-02-23T20:18:46.421-07:00Seriously. Thank you. I went through reading the o...Seriously. Thank you. I went through reading the other dailies, trying to find SOMEONE whose life looked remotely similar to mine. Or someone who referenced actually doing any cleaning, or cleaning needing to be done. Alas, there was nothing (besides the occasional dish, but let's be real here). I liked your daily better. And it was funny. Funny always wins.<br /><br />Who goes outside at 5 am to pick fress chard from the garden for her husband's lunch? What?roxannehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02756163936284994987noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597252.post-70518160381585106162010-02-23T20:07:50.520-07:002010-02-23T20:07:50.520-07:00What? No painting on canvas or playdough at your ...What? No painting on canvas or playdough at your house? No exercise video and fresh Swiss chard? <br /><br />Ellen cracks me up. Sounds like she knows who's in charge at your house. =)Handsfullmomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17080603359227234634noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597252.post-49882493600417973252010-02-23T20:03:37.210-07:002010-02-23T20:03:37.210-07:00I echo the other commenter who took her husbands a...I echo the other commenter who took her husbands alarm away - My husband is not mature enough for his own alarm clock. Unfortunely I am not as nice when waking my other half (maybe that is the repressed anger from all of the snoozes) I nugde him nicely once, the second time I put my foot in the small of his back and push. Then roll over and go back to sleep.<br /><br /><br />I get the migraine stuff too - I feel it is enough to at least get the kids to their appts when feeling that way. There are no points for niceness when someone is ripping all of the brains out of your head through invisible holes!<br /><br />:)Karenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13371527018787974580noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597252.post-42356769966519052112010-02-23T19:03:28.956-07:002010-02-23T19:03:28.956-07:00Who will teach Freshman English to my grandchildre...Who will teach Freshman English to my grandchildren when they go to BYU?grannybabshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00640154807725541703noreply@blogger.com