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NICOLE VANESSELSTYN

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NICOLE VANESSELSTYN

I'm a Mediocre Mom, and that's fine by me. Sometimes I excel. Sometimes I fail. But almost always, I strike it right down the middle. I love finding the humor in raising my two kids and sharing those moments, through stories, with others. We moms have to stick together. And when I'm not writing about my parenting skills (or lack thereof), I'm writing about more professional themes. I have my own little writing and editing business that I operate from my home, helping companies communicate via websites, newsletters, blogs and much more. Oh, and I'm married to my college sweetheart, who also writes for a living. Only his focus is all sports.

Stories by NICOLE VANESSELSTYN

My New Year's resolution is to be less organized, less aware of what needs to be done and less productive. And in doing so, I hope to be more so...
The Mediocre Mom is still mediocre. I have plenty of material; even though, there are no blogs to prove it. I’ve just become a mediocre blogger...
The start of a new school year is my New Year’s Day. It’s the time I pull out my soapbox. Dust it off. Climb on top. Unroll my scrolled...
April 17, 2012. My liberation day. My parole. My don’t-let-the-door-hit-ya-on-the-way-out day. At 9 a.m., I exited the elementary school a...
July 21, 2011 I can’t remember the date we left last year. Was it July 20, 21 or 22? I don’t know. I’d have to look it up. Oddly, I...
I was driving home yesterday from basketball practice with the Boy and his two buddies. I got a panicked text from the Girl. It said, “What...
Baseball may just be the Mediocre Mom’s worst enemy. The stubborn grass and dirt stains. All the different pieces of equipment: glove,...
So it’s Sunday morning. The Boy and Girl are getting ready for church. It’s their big spring musical performance. The Boy is in the choir...
In a moment of inspiration and complete desperation (and maybe even a bit of work procrastination), I sat down at my computer and typed up a daily...
It’s 6 p.m. I’m sitting at the computer still working. I hear a noise, turn my head, and spy the Boy opening the pantry doors and pulling...
I’m tearing up 2012. Every night since Monday, Jan. 2, I have cooked a fresh, hot dinner WITH vegetables. I have served said dinner at our...