About rkpaulus

Writer. Mom. Wife. Basketball coach. Lover or all things chocolate. Winner of bubble gum jar! Grace is my oxygen.

Window Of Opportunity

 
 
 
Friday Night! Everything’s all right! We’re packed. Kids dropped off. We’re heading out of town! Going on a weekend long date with Prince Sunshine. 
 
I married the ultra Romeo, I must admit. He signed us up for a Marriage Enrichment Conference in Boston. And two very reliable friends generously agreed to watch the girls. Thanks Netflix and NickJr. Just kiddin’ Mom. Real people are taking care of our kids at this moment. You can put the cuffs away, Officer.  Continue reading

Pink Boxing Gloves

[Knowing many families have lost a loved one to Breast Cancer, I humbly share a snippet of my sister’s story. Even as I publish this post, I pray for a dear friend’s mother whose fight is not over. Each story is different. This is just one.]
October 2009
Looked down at my cell phone buzzing. My sister Sandi, A.K.A. Sippy,  calling me on her way home from work. Nothing unusual about that. She once said that I’m like her morning cup of coffee. Can’t live without it! So we talk every day. Pretty much. 
            
“I felt something under my left armpit a few days ago.” 

Gimme One Smore Squat!

In preparation for a weekend with teenagers, I did the essentials:

  1. Read The Hunger Games trilogy, the Twilight series, and watched all eight Harry Potter movies. So wrong. I know. But time was a tickin’.
  2. Next, I rented Glee, Lord of the Rings, Transformers, and X-Men.
  3. Before beginning my movie marathon, I picked up ten bags of potato chips, five cheese pizzas, and three bowls of extra-buttery popcorn. Washed it all down with several bottles of Jones’ Soda and one Super-sized Oreo McFlurry all while bopping to iTunes on my iPod and Oovooing sixteen friends.  Continue reading

The Dangers of Distraction

Hit the writer’s ultimate jackpot today. A wall outlet. In the Lady’s Room! Just when my laptop died. 

I had to wait for Beara to take care of business so I decide to rest my tush, cuz us writers don’t sit on it nearly enough, on a couch in the lounge area around the corner from the stalls. And the treasure of all treasure’s is waiting for me. A power source. My laptop exhaled its last breath as I was formulating my top ten list of ways you know you’re a distracted person. 

Not to be confused with the top ten ways you know you’re a distraction. Surely a Bloggity Blog for another day.

Here you have it…my own personal FIRST EVER Top Ten List: 
You know you’re distracted…  Continue reading

Tooth Fairy Blues

 
 Six years, two months, and thirteen days ago, I should have been fired. From the Tooth Fairy Corporation. In a nutshell, the Teeth business should have done their homework and checked my references before plunging me into the field. Or mouth. Of it all. 
My rapid decline began one winter morning when the sun rose after the rooster. For the record, we don’t live on a farm. At the time, my girls’ alarm clock woke them up with a goofy voice yelling, “Get up! Time to get up! Get out of bed already!” and this particular voice sounded roosterish with his trill on every vowel. You had to hear it to believe it. 

Anyway, this particular morning marked the first dawn of our first lost tooth. My firstborn had carefully tucked her tiny little white tooth under her pillow the night before. Mom of the year forgot. When tear-filled Bubbles knocked on my bedroom door, I knew before she told me. I forgot the money.…

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Writer’s Block

The End. 
Just kidding. 

Woke up this morning with first lines instead of ‘Good Morning’ rolling off my tongue. Went to the docta and the docta said, “No more sleepin’ with books in yur head!” When you live with a physician, he’s always trying to diagnose you. 

“I’ve seen this before. Classic case of Writer’s Block,” Dr. Hubby says.
“Is it bad? Can it be cured? Will I have to be quarantined?” Continue reading

Confessions of a Kindergarten Mom

[Winter 2006]

Forgot to put my daughter’s snack in her book bag. Got a call from Mrs. Stone who politely asked, “Hi Mrs. Paulus. How are you? Just wanted to know what you were thinking you wanted to do for Hannah’s snack today?”

Found myself falling…down, down, down from the height of “Hard-working Mom” to the depths of “Irresponsible Parent”. I hate this fall. If you’re anything like me, you’re a lot harder on yourself than the person you’ve bumped in this crowded line of life. I feel myself taking a nose-dive into disappointment with taunting words poking me on the decline: “I can’t believe I forgot my daughter’s snack? What kind of mom am I anyway? She was probably so stressed out when she opened up her backpack and turned it up-side-down looking for her snack. Sheesh.”

When Hannah gets off the bus, I ask her vaguely, “How was your day Bubbles?” 

“Goooood.”

I pry a little, “Anything hard? Anything go wrong today?”

She looks at me with a “I wonder if you know this already” look, and says, “Well, one thing. I couldn’t find my snack when I got to school.” Continue reading

Operation Y.T.

Driving home late last night, my husband says, “Operation Y.T. is a go. We need to make our move. Now.”

The rain pounds the windshield and the tires are kicking up a wake on both sides. I can’t see a thing. Good thing he’s the one driving.

“Now?” I ask. “It’s almost midnight.”

“The troops have spoken. There’s no turning back.”

Sigh. Hate when they vote without me.

So we pull into Wendy’s.

Operation Y.T. coined its name… Continue reading