I feel like I can’t write when I’m happy. Like my ability to have something to say is contingent upon my being depressed or on the verge of a meltdown. Like y’all will not stick around to read if I start vomming rainbow unicorns all over the place. (Though, *I* would stay around to see…
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Most Likely to Succeed. That’s Me.
Last night was my 10 year high school reunion. This was the culminating event making October my own personal Hellmonth. The planning process for this reunion, and the drama that went along with it, made last night feel almost tantamount to giving birth. And it meant I had to see people I haven’t seen since…
Welcome to the Hellmonth–Another Super Not Super Mom
Hellmonth is halfway over! Can I get an “Amen”? Or..wait…that doesn’t really make sense, now does it? Whatever. I’m on the downhill slide now. (Downhill side? Downside? I HATE WORDS.) Now that competition season is over, I just have to make it through the 10 year reunion this Saturday, take the following week to decompress…
Children’s songs hate me
Did I ever tell y’all about the time I sang “Hush, Little Baby” to Joshua? No? Well, I’ll tell you now. He was a wee babe of about two weeks old. I was a tired mom in the throes of maybe never sleeping in my own bed again. I thought all the time. About everything….
What’s your reflection?
Those of y’all who’ve read a thing or two around here know that Joshua is not now, nor has he ever been, a “good sleeper.” Ever. Y’all also know that we did “sleep training” with him and I had some seriously conflicted feelings about it. I fought against it and finally did it at the…