At the beginning of this year, I had high hopes that the year would be made of awesomesauce. I had lofty goals – 13 of them – and a good feeling about them. But the post-partum stuff didn’t let go as quickly as possible, and the displaced sacrum didn’t right itself, and things happened that…
My kid slays me. For real. For realsies even. Since starting at the daycare, in addition to bringing home every germ known to humankind (I swear we’ve had the plague at least twice), he’s also brought home so many new words! And it is awesome. No longer do I have to figure out reasons to…
1. I said this on my FB page on Wednesday, but I could not be happier than I am not a stay-at-home mom. I love that Bean to pieces, but holy hell, people! Full-time momming is hard! I would probably develop some kind of substance abuse problem. My job is what saved my sanity last…
Dear Alvie, Yesterday, you turned 20 months old. Today would have been your Grandpa Jim’s 64th birthday. I love watching you get bigger and bigger (and smarter and smarter), but every once in a while, when one of these anniversaries happens, I’m socked in the gut with how much I wish you’d been able to…
(No one has ever accused me of NOT being melodramatic.) I feel like I’ve been sick forever. Or at least for the last couple of months. I just want to feel healthy again. No more nasty colds, no more fevers, no more stomach bugs (please, for the love of all things holy, no more stomach…