Extreme Home-Do-Over

There's a hole in the bucket, dear GarthNHRN.

My husband, Garth (not his real name) has a lot of stuff on his plate at work. So, When it comes to taking care of the stuff here in the house, the kids and I have this one unspoken rule: if it is NOT broken, don't try to fix it. And if it is broken, then for the LOVE of all the things that mom let's YOU get away with, do NOT tell your father. Because, more often than not, I was the one who probably broke it AND that is precisely when the "unspoken" part of the rule would... Read more →

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Decking the halls, like there's no tomorrow.

We've hosted Thanksgiving for more than a dozen years and, for all my talk of going on killer dust bunny hunts and finding new places to hide the laundry, I really do enjoy having family over for the holidays -- YES, on purpose! Aaaaaand, now that my kids are older (me too, dammit!) I don't worry as much about: The table setting -- nope, it doesn't match, but I hear that's a thing now The food preparation -- yes, some of it comes out of a can Cleaning and organizing the flow of the house -- seriously, I've got teens... Read more →

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I have faith in my husband's DIY abilities, enough for the both of us!

I was 5 months pregnant with our first when we moved into our house and, 20 years later, my husband Garth (not his real name) and I still lovingly refer to it as, "our starter home." So, yeah, we're REAL slooooooooooooow starters. We've grown comfortable with our surroundings and often times describe our home as being decorated in Early American Garage Sale, having inherited nearly everything we own. It's okay, because each piece of furniture has its own story, my favorite being the dining room trestle table and benches: they belonged to my mother-in-law, she raised 5 kids and shoo'd... Read more →

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Soooooo, I showed a tired old table a little love and now I'm ready for a nap.

Now that we're a couple of weeks into the new school year (gosh, but how I love September!) I feel it safe to say that the kids seem to be adjusting rather nicely to their schedules and by nicely I mean: They have gotten up on time Remembered to get dressed Eat breakfast Aaaaaand, to open the storm door BEFORE trying to exit the house The fact that their mother (that would be me) still seems to be going through some freaked-out and totally irrational form of latent-nesting, not so much. My son started his freshman year in high school... Read more →

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Because, I'm Awesome, My Husband Said So!

I've been blogging for nearly a decade (because 10 years doesn't sound nearly as great as all the gray hairs I've managed to nurture, along the way, YO!) and I've seen lots of good things happen to some pretty terrific people. Some really craptastic stuff too, dammit. Focusing on the great, the thing I love MOST about blogging communities? There is almost always someone ready to lift you up and out of [enter whatever has you in a funk, right at this particular moment, right here] by the very simple act of typing three little words: "I get it." Then... Read more →

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Did I Ever Tell You About the Spider Eggs in Our Wallpaper?

I finally caught up with Melisa, today -- she's having a tough week -- although, she'll tell you everything is okay, no really; she's fine. Still, girl could use a virtual hug. G'head, I'll wait. Not for nothing, but having 3 out of 4 of my kids having attended, entering and/or graduating high school, this year (the boy is a freshman, our middle girl is a senior) I feel it safe to say that...YUP!!!...sending off "your youngest kid" to college is a really BIG deal!!! Personally, I hate to think what it will be like for Hope, when she's ready... Read more →

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DIY: I Don't Think It Means What You Think It Does

Confession: I am a DIY fan girl (not to mention, pretty gosh-darned fond of acronyms) and I may or may not have openly admitted to having a slight crush on Mike Holmes. By openly, I mean blogged about my crushing on Mike Holmes, maybe more than once. Aaaaaaaand, by slight I mean, just short of tackling the poor man in public and demanding that he sign my good knee. Which, these days, would not ONLY get me arrested (rightfully so, because, you can't just go tackling people in public, especially strangers who make a lot more money than you do,... Read more →

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