“How aggravating!” I sputter as I fold and pile the laundry load. The socks from the ten packs of Hanes that I just bought last week for the kids is disappearing faster than M&M’s in the cupboard…

The line at the airport this morning stretches out like a long woolen scarf. I’m shuffling toward the check-in counter at the pace of a slow eating toddler, on my way to eagerly anticipated R & R…

I am Elaine. I’m married to Canadian Man, have eleven incredible people who call me “mom” and a passel of delightful grandchildren. I deeply love them all…