Women Today
When Your Kids Won't Stop Whining
Me to my whiny five-year-old, facing off in the kitchen: "I'm sorry, but the kitchen is the No-Whining Zone. If you want to whine about something, you're going to go have to do it in your bedroom. You can whine all you want in there."
My five-year-old, heaving a deep sigh and heading toward her bedroom: "Okay."
Me to myself: Oh, that was clever. Now she'll leave me alone, and she'll quickly get bored without an audience for her complaints. THAT will teach her not to whine.
The Epic Stain: Sin and the Cleansing Power of Jesus
What does hairspray, a bar of soap, white vinegar, rubbing alcohol and a Mr. Clean Magic Eraser have in common? It all started with me gathering laundry. And then I found it—an epic ink pen explosion on Dave's Marc Anthony jeans.
On the right leg, there was a deep purple Rorschach ink design with splatters going outward. I gasped. No...not Dave's favorite jeans.
I took a can of hairspray and went to war. As I sprayed, I blotted the deep purple ink into an old white cloth. Ha, I'm making progress...I thought, still naïve.
