Beth Rachel Hubbard

Happy Valentine's Day. It's 3:09 AM as I type this. I was all ready to go to bed around 11pm. That's pretty early for me so instead of going straight to bed I decided to indulge in my most guilty pleasure - The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills . I am such a whore for the drama, man. That Dorit - she's such a pot stirrer. It was a little after midnight when I was sliding the iPad under the bed (that's where I keep it when I'm not using it to watch The Real Housewives ) and snuggling into my covers. The Man came in and said "Well, your dog ran off. Screw him." The Man will totally just let the dog stay out all night and give no cares. He is not going to chase him or drive around or whatever. If the dog is dumb enough to run off, the dog deserves what he gets. I, on the other hand, immediately jump out of bed and put my oversized sweatpants on to go find the dog. He could get hit by a car or bit by a raccoon or snatched up and taken to doggie jail. I ne...

Today I drove my youngest child to school. He normally takes the bus but a couple of times a week he has to be there early to go to jazz band practice. The Man usually takes him because our sleep schedules are crazy and he's normally still awake - but this morning I was awake and The Man was asleep so we hopped in the car. This morning's conversation was centered on these two girls who are in several of his classes. They are super flirty and Nicholas just doesn't know what to do with them. He thinks one of them is pretty cute and actually asked her to go skating with him a few months ago but he was brutally rebuffed. It seems that the girl has since changed her tune and is vying for his attention. My son, however, isn't going to ask her out again. Not even for the Valentine's Day dance that's coming up this week. Nope - she had her chance. "She keeps telling me she likes my jawline, Mom. What does that even mean?" And I look over at my handsome...