I hate the word 'hate.' I don't even like looking at the word. In our house, it's like a curse word. (Well, it gets the same reaction as a curse word would--if my kids cursed. Which may be imminent, seeing as how I can't seem to handle the flat iron lately.)
So when I wrote this piece a few weeks back, it was published with a title that included the H word. I love my editors, but couldn't bring myself to title the article with the H word myself. I'm glad they could do it for me.
So here it is.
Soon, I'll write my annual September post on my New Year's resolutions, but we're just getting the hang of how to get three kids + one mommy off to school on time + a daddy to work on time (all before 8 a.m.!)… stay tuned!